Stories from other
lands
The Goose Girl
A German Folktale
swag of yarns spring
1998
German immigrants contributed
much to the development of the Australian Nation. After 1851 many disillusioned
Germans left their country and and a large number of them tried their luck
digging in the Australian goldfields. German artist and naturalist, Ludwig
Becker, produced some of the earliest sketches of life in Bendigo. Many
of Bendigo’s beautiful, historic buildings were designed by Germans,Wilhelm
Vahland and Jacob Getzschmann, after they had given up their efforts to
strike it rich in the goldfields.
It was the migration of German
people to South Australia which resulted in the development of the
famous vineyards of Barossa Valley. German geologist, Johann Menge, foresaw
the great possibilities of the area. “I am quite certain that we shall
see flourishing vineyards and orchards and immense fields of corn throughout
all New Silesia.” German settlers began many of the well known vineyards
in the Barossa Valley. In 1850 Joseph Seppelt migrated from Germany and
from his first failed crop (of tobacco) eventually grew the famous Seppelt
wines.
In Germany on November 11 each
year the people celebrate St. Martin’s Day. German children parade the
streets, singing songs and carrying bright paper lanterns of different
shapes and sizes.
Born in 316 Martin was a loyal
Roman soldier of Christian faith. It is said that on meeting a poor beggar
one freezing cold winter’s day, Martin cut his thick coat in two and gave
one half to the beggar. The beggar turned out to be none other than Christ
himself. Martin then chose to give up his role as a soldier and devote
his life instead to Jesus. He became a monk. When it was proposed that
he become a bishop he did not feel he was holy enough to accept and hid
himself in a flock of geese. But the geese cackled and gave him away and
so Martin became a bishop after all. In many places the goose is sacrificed
on November 11 in honour of St. Martin.
Once upon a time there was an old Queen who had
a beautiful daughter. When she grew up she was betrothed to a Prince who
lived a great way off.
When the time drew near for the Princess to be
married and to depart into the foreign kingdom, her old mother gave her
much costly baggage and many ornaments, gold and silver, trinkets and knick-knacks
and, in fact, everything belonging to a royal trousseau, for she loved
her daughter dearly. The Queen also sent a waiting-maid, who was to ride
with the Princess and hand her over to the bridegroom, and she provided
each of them with a horse for the journey. The Princess’ horse, Falada,
was able to speak.
When the hour for departure drew near, the old
mother went to her bedroom and, taking a small knife, she cut her fingers
till they bled. Then she held a white cloth under them, and, letting three
drops of blood fall into it, she gave it to her daughter, saying,
“Dear child, take great care of this cloth. It
may be of use to you on the journey.”
Mother and daughter took a sad farewell of each
other. The Princess put the cloth in the front of her dress, mounted her
horse and set forth on the journey to her bridegroom’s kingdom. After they
had ridden for about an hour the Princess became thirsty and said to her
waiting-maid, “Please dismount and fetch me some water in my golden cup.”
“If you are thirsty,” said the maid, “dismount,
lie down by the water and drink. I am not your servant any longer.”
The Princess was so thirsty that she got down
and bent over the stream. As she drank she murmured:
“Oh, Heaven, what am I to do?” And the three drops
of blood replied:
If your mother only knew
Her heart would surely break in two
The Princess said nothing about her maid’s rude
behaviour. She quietly mounted her horse again. They rode on their way
for several miles. The day was hot, and the sun’s rays beat fiercely on
them. The Princess soon became thirsty again. When they passed another
stream she called out to her maid, “Pray get me a drink in my golden cup,”
for she had forgotten her maid’s rude words.
But the waiting-maid answered her mistress more
haughtily even than before, “If you want a drink, you can dismount and
get it. I do not mean to be your servant.”
The Princess was compelled by her thirst to dismount.
Bending over the flowing water, she cried, “Oh, Heaven, what am I to do?”
And the three drops of blood replied,
If your mother only knew
Her heart would surely break in two
And as she drank, leaning over the water, the
cloth containing the three drops of blood fell from her bosom and floated
down the stream. In her anxiety the Princess did not even notice her loss,
but the waiting maid had observed it with delight. She knew that now she
could do as she wished with the Princess, for in losing the drops of blood
she had become weak and powerless.
When the Princess tried to get on her horse again,
the waiting-maid called out, “I will ride Falada.” To this too, the Princess
had to submit. Then the waiting-maid commanded her harshly to take off
her royal robes and to put on her common ones. Finally she made her swear
by Heaven not to say a word about the matter when they reached the palace,
lest she be killed on the spot. Falada observed everything and took
it all to heart.
The waiting-maid mounted Falada, and the real
bride mounted the other horse, and so they continued their journey till
they arrived at the palace. There was great rejoicing over their arrival,
and the Prince sprang forward to meet them. Thinking that the waiting-maid
was his bride, he lifted her down from her horse and led her upstairs to
the royal chamber.
In the meantime the real Princess was left standing
below in the courtyard.
The old King, who was looking out of his window,
beheld her in this plight, and it struck him how sweet and gentle she looked.
He went at once to the royal chamber and asked the false bride who it was
she had brought with her and left standing in the courtyard below.
“Oh,” replied the bride, “I brought her with me
to keep me company on the journey. Give the girl something to do, that
she may not be idle.”
The old King said, “She can help Curdken, who
looks after the geese.”
Soon after this the false bride said to the Prince,
“Dearest bridegroom, I pray you grant me a favour.”
“That I will do,” he answered.
“Then have the horse I rode here killed, because
it behaved very badly on the journey.”
But the truth was she was afraid lest the horse
should speak and tell how she had treated the Princess. When the news came
to the ears of the real Princess she went to the slaughterer and secretly
promised him a piece of gold if he would kindly hang Falada’s head on a
large gate, through which she had to pass night and morning with the geese.
The man said he would do as the Princess desired
and the next day he chopped off the head and nailed it firmly over the
gateway.
When she and Curdken drove their flock through
the gate early the next morning, she whispered as she passed under the
gate.
Oh, Falada,’tis you hang there
and the head replied:
If your mother only knew,
Her heart would surely break in two.
Then she and Curdken drove the geese out into
the country. When they reached the meadow where the geese fed she sat down
and unloosed her hair, which was of pure gold. Curdken loved to see it
glitter in the sun and wanted very much to pull out a few of the hairs.
Then the Princess spoke:
Wind,wind, gently sway,
Blow Curdken’s hat away;
Let him chase o’er field and wold
Till my locks of ruddy gold,
Now astray and hanging down,
Be combed and plaited in a Crown
A gust of wind blew Curdken’s hat away and he
had to chase it over hill and dale. By the time he returned the Princess
had finished combing and curling her hair and his chance of getting a lock
was gone. Curdken was very angry and would not speak to her. They herded
the geese in silence till evening and went home.
The next morning, as they passed under the gate,
the girl said;
Oh, Falada, ‘tis you hang there,
and the head replied;
If your mother only knew
Her heart would surely break in two
Then she went on her way till she came to the
meadow, where she sat down and began to comb out her hair.
Curdken ran up to her and wanted to pull a lock
from her head, but she called out hastily:
Wind, wind, gently sway,
Blow Curdken’s hat way;
Let him chase o’er field and wold
Till my locks of ruddy gold,
Now astray and hanging down,
Be combed and plaited in a crown.
A puff of wind came and blew Curdken’s hat far
away and he had to run after it. When he returned she had finished putting
up her golden locks, and he could not get one.
That evening when they came home Curdken went
to the old King.
“I refuse to herd geese with that girl any longer.
She does nothing but annoy me all day long,” he said.
He told the King how the Princess spoke and how
she behaved.
The next day the old King secretly followed them
when they took the geese out. He observed all that Curdken had reported
to him, with his own eyes. In the evening when the goose-girl returned
he called her aside and asked her why she behaved the way she did.
When she refused to speak he said to her:
“Well if you cannot tell me, why don’t you confide
your troubles to the old iron stove over there.”
Then he went away, leaving her alone. The Princess
crept over to the stove and began to pour out her sad little heart.
“Here I sit, deserted by the whole world, for
I am a King’s daughter. A false waiting-maid has forced me to remove my
own clothes and has taken my place with my bridegroom.”
The old King, standing outside at the chimney,
heard her words. He ordered her dressed in royal apparel. She looked exceedingly
beautiful. Next he summoned his son and told him he had a false bride and
the real bride stood before him.
The young Prince rejoiced when he saw her beauty
and learned how good she was. A banquet was prepared and everyone was invited.
The bridegroom sat at the head of the table, the real Princess on one side
of him and the waiting-maid on the other. The maid did not recognize the
Princess in her glittering garments. When they had eaten and were merry,
the King asked the false bride to solve a problem for him.
“What,” said he, “should be done to a person who
has deceived everyone?”
He related the story of the Princess and the false
waiting-maid and then said:
“Now what sentence should be passed?”
The false bride answered, “Such a person
deserves to be put naked into a barrel lined with sharp nails, which should
be dragged by two white horses up and down the street until she is dead.”
And that is exactly what they did to her! The
young Prince married his real bride, and both reigned over the kingdom
in peace and happiness.
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