There was once a couple who had long in vain wished for a child. At
length the woman hoped that God was about to grant her desire. They had a
little window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden could be
seen, which was full of beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however,
surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged
to an enchantress, who had great power and was dreaded by all the world. One
day the woman was standing by this window and looking down into the garden,
when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion -
rapunzel, and it looked so fresh and green that she longed for it, and had the
greatest desire to eat some. This desire increased every day, and as she knew
that she could not get any of it, she quite pined away, and began to look pale
and miserable. Her husband was alarmed, and asked, “what makes you sad, dear
wife.” “Ah”, she replied, “if I can't eat some of the rampion, which is in the
garden behind our house, I shall die”. The man, who loved her, thought, sooner
than let your wife die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it cost
what it will. At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of
the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his
wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted
so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it three times
as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more
descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he let himself
down again. But when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid,
for he saw the enchantress standing before him. “How dare you”, said she with
angry look, “descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a thief. You
shall suffer for it”. He answered, “let mercy take the place of justice, I
only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife saw your rampion from
the window, and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had
not got some to eat”. Then the enchantress allowed her anger to be softened,
and said to him, if the case be as you say, I will allow you to take away with
you as much rampion as you will, only I make one condition, you must give me
the child which your wife will bring into the world. It shall be well treated,
and I will care for it like a mother. The man in his terror consented to
everything, and when the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at
once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel, and took it away with her. Rapunzel
grew into the most beautiful child under the sun.
When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower, which
lay in a forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but quite at the top was a
little window. When the enchantress wanted to go in, she placed herself
beneath it and cried, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair to me”.
Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the
voice of the enchantress she unfastened her braided tresses, wound them round
one of the hooks of the window above, and then the hair fell twenty ells down,
and the enchantress climbed up by it.
After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's son rode through the
forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song, which was so charming
that he stood still and listened. This was
Rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet voice
resound. The king's son wanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of
the tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had so
deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and
listened to it. Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an
enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried,
“If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my fortune”.
thought he, and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower
and cried, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair”. Immediately the hair fell
down and the king's son climbed up. At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened
when a man, such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her. But the king's
son began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his heart had
been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he had been forced to
see her. Then rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she would take
him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and handsome, she thought,
he will love me more than old dame gothic does. And she said yes, and laid her
hand in his. She said, I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know
how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silk every time that you come, and
I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready I will descend, and you
will take me on your horse. They agreed that until that time he should come to
her every evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked
nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her, tell me, how it happens that
you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young king's son - he is
with me in a moment. Ah. You wicked child, cried the enchantress. What do I
hear you say. I thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you
have deceived me. In her anger she clutched rapunzel's beautiful tresses,
wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors with the
right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay on the
ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor rapunzel into a desert
where she had to live in great grief and misery.
On the same day that she cast out rapunzel, however, the enchantress fastened
the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to the hook of the window, and when
the king's son came and cried, rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair, she let
the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of finding his dearest
rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous
looks. Aha, she cried mockingly, you would fetch your dearest, but the
beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest. The cat has got it, and
will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to you. You will never
see her again. The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in his despair
he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns into
which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he wandered quite blind about the forest,
ate nothing but roots and berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the
loss of his dear wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at
length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with the twins to which she had
given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a voice, and it
seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he approached,
Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears wetted his
eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as before. He led
her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long
time afterwards, happy and contented. |