found they were working all the better for their jollity.
Laughter grew so fashionable that even Mihailo and Jakov were forced to take it up. They didn’t do it very well but they practised at it conscientiously. Whenever people talked about Stefan, they always pushed forward importantly and said:
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Do you mean Stefan, the Laughing Prince? Ha! Ha! Ha! Why, do you know, he’s our own brother!”
As for Militza, the Princess had her come to the castle and said to her:
“I owe all my happiness to you, my dear, for you it was who knew that of course I would laugh at Stefan’s nonsense! What sensible girl wouldn’t?”
BEAUTY AND THE HORNS
The Story of an Enchanted Maiden
There was once a rich man who when he was dying called his son to his bedside and said:
“Danilo, my son, I am leaving you my riches. The only thing I ask of you is this: close your ears to all reports of an enchanted maiden who is known as Peerless Beauty and when the time comes that you wish to marry choose for wife some quiet sensible girl of your native village.”
Now if the father had not mentioned Peerless Beauty all might have been well. Danilo might never have heard of her and after a time he would probably have fallen in love with a girl of his native village and married her. As it was, after his father’s death he kept saying to himself:
“Peerless Beauty, the enchanted maiden of whom my father warned me! I wonder is she really as beautiful as all that! I wonder where she lives!”
He thought about her until he could think of nothing else.
“Peerless Beauty! Peerless Beauty! Oh, I must see this enchanted maiden even if it costs me my life!”
His father had a brother, a wise old man, who was supposed to know everything in the world.
“I will go to my uncle,” the young man said. “Perhaps he will tell me where I can find Peerless Beauty.”
So he went to his uncle and said:
“My dear uncle, my father as he lay dying told me about a wonderful maiden called Peerless Beauty. Can you tell me where she lives because I want to see her for myself and judge whether she is as beautiful as my father said.”
His uncle looked at him gravely and shook his head.
“My poor boy, how can I tell you where that enchanted maiden lives when I know it would mean death to you if ever you saw her? Think no more about her but go, find some suitable maid in the village, and marry her like a sensible young man.”
But his uncle’s words, far from dissuading Danilo, only excited him the more.
“If my uncle knows where Peerless Beauty lives,” he thought, “other men also know.”
So one by one he went to all the old men in the village and asked them what they knew of Peerless Beauty. One by one they shook their heads and told him that Peerless Beauty was no maiden for him to be thinking about.
“Put her out of your mind,” they said. “These enchanted maidens are a snare to young men. What you want to do is marry some quiet industrious girl here in the village and settle down like a sensible young man.”
But the oftener Danilo heard this advice, the more firmly convinced he became that it was just what he did not want to do.
“Time enough to settle down after I’ve seen Peerless Beauty,” he told himself. “She must be beautiful indeed, or all these old men would not be so anxious to keep me from seeing her. Well, if they won’t tell me where she is, I’ll go out in the world and find her for myself.”
So he put on rich clothes as befitted his wealth, took a bag of the gold his father had left him, mounted his horse, and rode off into the world. Everywhere he went he made inquiries about Peerless Beauty and everywhere he found old men who knew about the enchanted maiden but would tell him nothing. Every one of them advised him to go home like a sensible young man and think no more about her. But all they said only made him the more determined to see the maiden for himself.
Finally one day as evening approached he came to a little hut in the woods. At the door of the hut sat a poor old woman. She held out her hand as he passed and begged an alms. Danilo, being a kind hearted young man, gave her a gold piece.
“May God reward you!” the old woman said.
“Granny,” Danilo asked, “can you tell me the way to Peerless Beauty?”
“Aye, my son, that I can but he is a rash youth who seeks that maiden! It were better for you to turn back than to go on!”
“But I’m not going to turn back!” Danilo declared. “Whatever the outcome I’m going to find Peerless Beauty and see for myself why all men fear her.”
When the old woman saw that Danilo was determined, she gave up pleading with him and pointed out a faint trail in the forest which, she told him, would lead him to Peerless Beauty’s castle.
He slept that night in the old woman’s hut and early next morning set out on the forest trail. By afternoon he reached the castle.
“What do you want?” the guards demanded roughly.
“I want to see Peerless Beauty.”
“Have you gold?” they asked him.
Danilo showed them his bag of ducats.
They led him into a hall of the castle and told him to put his gold on a table. If he did so, perhaps Peerless Beauty would show herself and perhaps she wouldn’t.
Danilo did as the guards directed and then faced a curtain behind which, they told him, Peerless Beauty was seated. The curtain opened a little, but instead of showing her face Peerless Beauty extended only one finger. However, that finger was so ravishingly beautiful that Danilo almost fainted with delight. He would have stayed gazing on that one enchanting finger for hours if the guards had not taken him roughly by the shoulders and thrown him out of the castle.
“Come again when you’ve got more gold!” they shouted after him.
Like a man in a dream Danilo rode back to the old woman’s hut.
“Now, my son, are you satisfied?” she asked him. “Are you ready now to go home and settle down like a sensible young man?”
“Oh, granny!” Danilo raved. “Such a finger! I must see that finger again if it cost me my whole fortune!”
He slept that night in the old woman’s hut and the next day returned to his native village. There he got another bag of the golden ducats which his father had left him and at once started back to the castle of Peerless Beauty.
This time that heartless maiden stripped him again of his gold, showed him two of her enchanting fingers, and as before had her guards throw him out of the castle.
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