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NCE upon a time a soldier
died, leaving a widow and one son. They were dreadfully poor, and at last
matters became so bad that they had nothing 1eft in the house to eat.
'Mother,'
said the son, 'give me four shillings, and I will go and seek my fortune in the
wide world.'
'Alas!'
answered the mother, 'and where am I, who haven't a farthing wherewith to buy
bread, to find four shillings?'
'There
is that old coat of my father's,' returned the lad; 'look in the
pocket–perchance there is something there.'
So
she looked, and behold! there were six shillings hidden away at the very bottom
of the pocket!
'More
than I bargained for,' quoth the lad, laughing. 'See, mother, these two shillings
are for you; you can live on that till I return, the rest will pay my way until
I find my fortune.'
So
he set off to find his fortune, and on the way he saw a tigress,[2] licking her paw, and
moaning mournfully. He was just about to run away from the terrible creature,
when she called to him faintly, saying, 'Good lad, if you will take out this
thorn for me, I shall be for ever grateful.'
'Not
I!' answered the lad. 'Why, if I begin to pull it out, and it pains you, you
will kill me with a pat of your paw.'
'No,
no!' cried the tigress, 'I will turn my face to this tree, and when the pain
comes I will pat it.'
To
this the soldier's son agreed; so he pulled out the thorn, and when the pain
came the tigress gave the tree such a blow that the trunk split all to pieces.
Then she turned towards the soldier's son, and said gratefully, 'Take this box
as a reward, my son, but do not open it until you have travelled nine miles.'
So
the soldier's son thanked the tigress, and set off with the box to find his
fortune. Now when he had gone five miles, he felt certain that the box weighed
more than it had at first, and every step he took it seemed to grow heavier and
heavier. He tried to struggle on–though it was all he could do to carry the
box–until he had gone about eight miles and a quarter, when his patience gave
way. 'I believe that tigress was a witch, and is playing off her tricks upon
me,' he cried, 'but I will stand this nonsense no longer. Lie there, you
wretched old box! –heaven knows what is in you, and I don't care.'
So
saying, he flung the box down on the ground: it burst open with the shock, and
out stepped a little old man. He was only one span[3] high, but his beard was a
span and a quarter long, and trailed upon the ground.
The
little mannikin immediately began to stamp about and scold the lad roundly for
letting the box down so violently.
'Upon
my word!' quoth the soldier's son, scarcely able to restrain a smile at the
ridiculous little figure, 'but you are weighty for your size, old gentleman!
And what may your name be?'
'Sir
Buzz!' snapped the one-span mannikin, still stamping about in a great rage.
'Upon
my word!' quoth the soldier's son once more, 'if you are all the box
contained, I am glad I didn't trouble to carry it farther.'
'That's
not polite,' snarled the mannikin; 'perhaps if you had carried it the full nine
miles you might have found something better; but that's neither here nor there.
I'm good enough for you, at any rate, and will serve you faithfully according
to my mistress's orders.'
'Serve
me!–then I wish to goodness you'd serve me with some dinner, for I am mighty
hungry! Here are four shillings to pay for it.'
No
sooner had the soldier's son said this and given the money, than with a whiz!
boom! bing! like a big bee, Sir Buzz flew through the air to a
confectioner's shop in the nearest town. There he stood, the one-span mannikin,
with the span and a quarter beard trailing on the ground, just by the big
preserving pan, and cried in ever so loud a voice, 'Ho! ho! Sir Confectioner,
bring me sweets!'
The
confectioner looked round the shop, and out of the door, and down the street, but
could see no one, for tiny Sir Buzz was quite hidden by the preserving pan.
Then the mannikin called out louder still, 'Ho! ho! Sir Confectioner, bring me
sweets!' And when the confectioner looked in vain for his customer, Sir Buzz
grew angry, and ran and pinched him on the legs, and kicked him on the foot,
saying, 'Impudent knave! do you mean to say you can't see me? Why, I was
standing by the preserving pan all the time!'
The
confectioner apologised humbly, and hurried away to bring out his best sweets
for his irritable little customer. Then Sir Buzz chose about a hundredweight[4] of them, and said,
'Quick, tie them up in something and give them into my hand; I'll carry them
home.'
'They
will be a good weight, sir,' smiled the confectioner.
'What
business is that of yours, I should like to know?' snapped Sir Buzz. 'Just you
do as you're told, and here is your money.' So saying he jingled the four
shillings in his pocket.
'As
you please, sir,' replied the man cheerfully, as he tied up the sweets into a
huge bundle and placed it on the little mannikin's outstretched hand, fully
expecting him to sink under the weight; when lo! with a boom! bing! he
whizzed off with the money still in his pocket.
He
alighted at a corn-chandler's shop, and, standing behind a basket of flour,
called out at the top of his voice, 'Ho! ho! Sir Chandler, bring me flour!'
And
when the corn-chandler looked round the shop, and out of the window, and down
the street, without seeing anybody, the one-span mannikin, with his beard trailing
on the ground, cried again louder than before, 'Ho! ho! Sir Chandler, bring me
flour!'
Then
on receiving no answer, he flew into a violent rage, and ran and bit the
unfortunate corn-chandler on the leg, pinched him, and kicked him, saying,
'Impudent varlet! don't pretend you couldn't see me! Why, I was standing
close beside you behind that basket!'
So
the corn-chandler apologised humbly for his mistake, and asked Sir Buzz how
much flour he wanted.
'Two
hundredweight,' replied the mannikin, 'two hundredweight, neither more nor
less. Tie it up in a bundle, and I'll take it with me.'
'Your
honour has a cart or beast of burden with you, doubtless?' said the chandler,
'for two hundredweight is a heavy load.'
'What's
that to you?' shrieked Sir Buzz, stamping his foot, 'isn't it enough if I pay
for it?' And then he jingled the money in his pocket again.
So
the corn-chandler tied up the flour in a bundle, and placed it in the
mannikin's outstretched hand, fully expecting it would crush him, when, with a
whiz! Sir Buzz flew off, with the shillings still in his pocket. Boom! bing!
boom!
The
soldier's son was just wondering what had become of his one-span servant, when,
with a whir! the little fellow alighted beside him, and wiping his face with
his handkerchief, as if he were dreadfully hot and tired, said thoughtfully,
'Now I do hope I've brought enough, but you men have such terrible appetites!'
'More
than enough, I should say,' laughed the lad, looking at the huge bundles.
Then
Sir Buzz cooked the girdle-cakes, and the soldier's son ate three of them and a
handful of sweets; but the one-span mannikin gobbled up all the rest, saying at
each mouthful, 'You men have such terrible appetites–such terrible appetites!'
After
that, the soldier's son and his servant Sir Buzz travelled ever so far, until
they came to thc King's city. Now the King had a daughter called Princess
Blossom,[5] who was so lovely, and
tender, and slim, and fair, that she only weighed five flowers. Every morning
she was weighed in golden scales, and the scale always turned when the fifth
flower was put in, neither less nor more.
Now
it so happened that the soldier's son by chance caught a glimpse of the lovely,
tender, slim, and fair Princess Blossom, and, of course, he fell desperately in
love with her. He would neither sleep nor eat his dinner, and did nothing all
day long but say to his faithful mannikin, 'Oh, dearest Sir Buzz! oh, kind Sir
Buzz!–carry me to the Princess Blossom, that I may see and speak to her.'
'Carry
you!' snapped the little fellow scornfully, 'that's a likely story! Why, you're
ten times as big as I am. You should carry me! '
Nevertheless,
when the soldier's son begged and prayed, growing pale and pining away with
thinking of the Princess Blossom, Sir Buzz, who had a kind heart, was moved,
and bade the lad sit on his hand. Then with a tremendous boom! bing! boom!
they whizzed away and were in the palace in a second. Being night-time, the
Princess was asleep; nevertheless the booming wakened her and she was quite
frightened to see a handsome young man kneeling beside her. She began of course
to scream, but stopped at once when the soldier's son with the greatest
politeness, and in the most elegant of language, begged her not to be alarmed.
And after that they talked together about everything delightful, while Sir Buzz
stood at the door and did sentry; but he stood a brick up on end first, so that
he might not seem to pry upon the young people.
Now
when the dawn was just breaking, the soldier's son and Princess Blossom, wearied
of talking, fell asleep; whereupon Sir Buzz, being a faithful servant, said to
himself, 'Now what is to be done? If my master remains here asleep, some one
will discover him, and he will be killed as sure as my name is Buzz, but if I
wake him, ten to one he will refuse to go.'
So
without more ado he put his hand under the bed, and bing! boom! carried
it into a large garden outside the town. There he set it down in the shade of
the biggest tree, and pulling up the next biggest one by the roots, threw it
over his shoulder, and marched up and down keeping guard.
Before
long the whole town was in a commotion, because the Princess Blossom had been carried
off, and all the world and his wife turned out to look for her. By and by the one-eyed Chief Constable[6] came to the garden gate.
'What
do you want here?' cried valiant Sir Buzz, making passes at him with the tree.
The
Chief Constable with his one eye could see nothing save the branches, but he
replied sturdily, 'I want the Princess Blossom!'
'I'll
blossom you! Get out of my garden, will you?' shrieked the one-span
mannikin, with his one and quarter span beard trailing on the ground; and with
that he belaboured the Constable's pony so hard with the tree that it bolted
away, nearly throwing its rider.
The
poor man went straight to the King, saying, 'Your Majesty! I am convinced your
Majesty's daughter, the Princess Blossom, is in your Majesty's garden, just
outside the town, as there is a tree there which fights terribly.'
Upon
this the King summoned all his horses and men, and going to the garden tried to
get in; but Sir Buzz behind the tree routed them all, for half were killed, and
the rest ran away. The noise of the battle, however, awoke the young couple,
and as they were now convinced they could no longer exist apart, they
determined to fly together. So when the fight was over, the soldier's son, the
Princess Blossom, and Sir Buzz set out to see the world.
Now
the soldier's son was so enchanted with his good luck in winning the Princess,
that he said to Sir Buzz, 'My fortune is made already; so I shan't want you any
more, and you can go back to your mistress.'
'Pooh!'
said Sir Buzz. 'Young people always think so; however, have it your own way,
only take this hair out of my beard, and if you should get into trouble,
just burn it in the fire. I'll come to your aid.'
So
Sir Buzz boomed off, and the soldier's son and the Princess Blossom lived and
travelled together very happily, until at last they lost their way in a forest,
and wandered about for some time without any food. When they were nearly
starving, a Brahman found them, and hearing their story said, 'Alas! you poor
children!–come home with me, and I will give you something to eat.'
Now
had he said 'I will eat you,' it would have been much nearer the mark, for he
was no Brahman, but a dreadful vampire,[7] who loved to devour
handsome young men and slender girls. But, knowing nothing of all this, the couple
went home with him quite cheerfully. He was most polite, and when they arrived
at his house, said, 'Please get ready whatever you want to eat, for I have no
cook. Here are my keys; open all my cupboards save the one with the golden key.
Meanwhile I will go and gather firewood.'
Then
the Princess Blossom began to prepare the food, while the soldier's son opened
all the cupboards. In them he saw lovely jewels, and dresses, and cups and
platters, such bags of gold and silver, that his curiosity got the better of
his discretion, and, regardless of the Brahman's warning, he said, 'I will
see what wonderful thing is hidden in the cupboard with the golden key.' So he
opened it, and lo! it was full of human skulls, picked quite clean, and
beautifully polished. At this dreadful sight the soldier's son flew back to the
Princess Blossom, and said, 'We are lost! we are lost!–this is no Brahman, but
a horrid vampire!'
At
that moment they heard him at the door, and the Princess, who was very brave
and kept her wits about her, had barely time to thrust the magic hair into the
fire, before the vampire, with sharp teeth and fierce eyes, appeared. But at
the selfsame moment a boom! boom! binging noise was heard in the air,
coming nearer and nearer. Whereupon the vampire, who knew very well who his
enemy was, changed into a heavy rain pouring down in torrents, hoping thus to
drown Sir Buzz, but he changed into the storm wind beating back the
rain. Then the vampire changed to a dove, but Sir Buzz, pursuing it as a hawk,
pressed it so hard that it had barely time to change into a rose, and drop into
King Indra's[8] lap as he sat in his
celestial court listening to the singing of some dancing girls. Then Sir Buzz,
quick as thought, changed into an old musician, and standing beside the bard
who was thrumming the guitar, said, 'Brother, you are tired; let me
play.'
And
he played so wonderfully, and sang with such piercing sweetness, that King
Indra said, 'What shall I give you as a reward? Name what you please, and it
shall be yours.'
Then
Sir Buzz said, 'I only ask the rose that is in your Majesty's lap.'
'I
had rather you asked more, or less,' replied King Indra; 'it is but a rose, yet
it fell from heaven; nevertheless it is yours.'
So
saying, he threw the rose towards the musician, and lo! the petals fell in a
shower on the ground. Sir Buzz went down on his knees and instantly gathered
them up; but one petal escaping, changed into a mouse. Whereupon Sir Buzz, with
the speed of lightning, turned into a cat, which caught and gobbled up the
mouse.
Now
all this time the Princess Blossom and the soldier's son, shivering and
shaking, were awaiting the issue of the combat in the vampire's hut; when
suddenly, with a bing! boom! Sir Buzz arrived victorious, shook his
head, and said, 'You two had better go home, for you are not fit to take care
of yourselves.'
Then
he gathered together all the jewels and gold in one hand, placed the Princess
and the soldier's son in the other, and whizzed away home, to where the poor
mother–who all this time had been living on the two shillings–was delighted to
see them.
Then
with a louder boom! bing! boom! than usual, Sir Buzz, without even
waiting for thanks, whizzed out of sight, and was never seen or heard of again.
But
the soldier's son and the Princess Blossom lived happily ever after.
[1] Sir Buzz – In the vernacular Mîyân Bhûngâ,
which is Pânjabî for Sir Beetle or Sir Bee. The word is clearly
connected with the common Aryan roots frem, bhran, bhan, bhin, to buzz
as a bee or beetle
[2] Not otherwise described by the narrators than
as a bhût, which is usually a malignant ghost, but here she is
rather a benevolent fairy
[3] The word in the vernacular was hâth,
the arm below the elbow, or conventionally half-a-yard, or 18 inches
[4] The word here is man, an Indian
weight of about 80 lbs
[5] Bâdshâhzâdî
Phûlî, Princess Flower, or Phûlâzâdî,
Born-of-a-flower
[6] Kotwál is the word used in the original; he is a
very familiar figure in all oriental tales of Musalmân origin, and must
have been one in actual medieval oriental life, as he was the chief police (if
such a term can be used with propriety) officer in all cities. The expression
'one-eyed' is introduced to show his evil nature, according to the well-known
saying and universal belief–
Kânâ,
kâchrâ, hoch-gardanâ: yeh tînon kamzât!
Jablag bas apnâ chale, to koî na pûchhe bat.
Wall-eyed,
blear-eyed, wry-necked : these three are evil.
While his own resources last none asketh them for help.
[7] The word used was the Arabic ghûl
(in English usually ghowl or ghoul), the vampire, man-devouring demon, which
corresponds to the bhût and pret, the malignant ghosts of
the Hindus. It may be noted here that the Persian ghol is the loup-garou
of Europe, the man-devouring demon of the woods.
[8] Was originally the beneficent god of
heaven, giver of rain, etc., but in the later Hindu mythology he took only
second rank as ruler of the celestial beings who form the Court of Indra (Indar
kâ akhârâ or Indrâsan Sabhâ ),
synonymous with gaiety of life and licentiousness.