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The Valiant Little Tailor

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El sastrecillo valiente (Siete de un golpe)


One summer morning a little tailor was sitting on his board near the window, and working cheerfully with all his might, when an old woman came down the street crying, "Good jelly to sell! good jelly to sell!" The cry sounded pleasant in the little tailor's ears, so he put his head out of the window, and called out, "Here, my good woman, come here, if you want a customer."

So the poor woman climbed the steps with her heavy basket, and was obliged to unpack and display all her pots to the tailor. He looked at every one of them, and lifting all the lids, applied his nose to each, and said at last, "The jelly seems pretty good; you may weigh me out four half ounces, or I don't mind having a quarter of a pound." The woman, who had expected to find a good customer, gave him what he asked for, but went off angry and grumbling. "This jelly is the very thing for me," cried the little tailor; "it will give me strength and cunning; "and he took down the bread from the cupboard, cut a whole round of the loaf, and spread the jelly on it, laid it near him, and went on stitching more gallantly than ever.

All the while the scent of the sweet jelly was spreading throughout the room, where there were quantities of flies, who were attracted by it and flew to partake. "Now then, who asked you to come?" said the tailor, and drove the unbidden guests away. But the flies, not understanding his language, were not to be got rid of like that, and returned in larger numbers than before. Then the tailor, not being able to stand it any longer, took from his chimney-corner a ragged cloth, and saying, "Now, I'll let you have it!" beat it among them unmercifully. When he ceased, and counted the slain, he found seven lying dead before him. "This is indeed somewhat," he said, wondering at his own gallantry; "the whole town shall know this." So he hastened to cut out a belt, and he stitched it^ and put on it in large capitals "Seven at one blow!"

"The town, did I say!" said the little tailor; "the whole world shall know it!" And his heart quivered with joy, like a lamb's tail. The tailor fastened the belt round him, and began to think of going out into the world, for his workshop seemed too small for his worship. So he looked about in all the house for something that it would be useful to take with him, but he found nothing but an old cheese, which he put in his pocket. Outside the door he noticed that a bird had got caught in the bushes, so he took that and put it in his pocket with the cheese. Then he set out gallantly on his way, and as he was light and active he felt no fatigue.

The way led over a mountain, and when he reached the topmost peak he saw a terrible giant sitting there, and looking about him at his ease. The tailor went bravely up to him, called out to him, and said, "Comrade, good day! there you sit looking over the wide world! I am on the way thither to seek my fortune: have you a fancy to go with me?"

The giant looked at the tailor contemptuously, and said, "You little rascal! you miserable fellow!" - "That may be!" answered the little tailor, and undoing his coat he showed the giant his belt; "you can read there whether I am a man or not!" The giant read: "Seven at one blow!" and thinking it meant men that the tailor had killed, felt at once more respect for the little fellow. But as he wanted to prove him, he took up a stone and squeezed it so hard that water came out of it. "Now you can do that," said the giant, "that is, if you have the strength for it."

"That's not much," said the little tailor, "I call that play," and he put his hand in his pocket and took out the cheese and squeezed it, so that the whey ran out of it. "Well," said he, "what do you think of that?"

The giant did not know what to say to it, for he could not have believed it of the little man. Then the giant took up a stone and threw it so high that it was nearly out of sight. "Now, little fellow, suppose you do that!"

"Well thrown," said the tailor; "but the stone fell back to earth again, I will throw you one that will never come back." So he felt in his pocket, took out the bird, and threw it into the air. And the bird, when it found itself at liberty, took wing, flew off, and returned no more. "What do you think of that, comrade?" asked the tailor. "There is no doubt that you can throw," said the giant; "but we will see if you can carry." He led the little tailor to a mighty oak-tree which had been felled, and was lying on the ground, and said, "Now, if you are strong enough, help me to carry this tree out of the wood."

"Willingly," answered the little man; "you take the trunk on your shoulders, I will take the branches with all their foliage, that is much the most difficult." So the giant took the trunk on his shoulders, and the tailor seated himself on a branch, and the giant, who could not see what he was doing, had the whole tree to carry, and the little man on it as well. And the little man was very cheerful and merry, and whistled the tune: "There were three tailors riding by" as if carrying the tree was mere child's play. The giant, when he had struggled on under his heavy load a part of the way, was tired out, and cried, "Look here, I must let go the tree!"

The tailor jumped off quickly, and taking hold of the tree with both arms, as if he were carrying it, said to the giant, "You see you can't carry the tree though you are such a big fellow!"

They went on together a little farther, and presently they came to a cherry-tree, and the giant took hold of the topmost branches, where the ripest fruit hung, and pulling them downwards, gave them to the tailor to hold, bidding him eat. But the little tailor was much too weak to hold the tree, and as the giant let go, the tree sprang back, and the tailor was caught up into the air. And when he dropped down again without any damage, the giant said to him, "How is this? haven't you strength enough to hold such a weak sprig as that?"

"It is not strength that is lacking," answered the little tailor; "how should it to one who has slain seven at one blow! I just jumped over the tree because the hunters are shooting down there in the bushes. You jump it too, if you can." The giant made the attempt, and not being able to vault the tree, he remained hanging in the branches, so that once more the little tailor got the better of him.

Then said the giant, "As you are such a gallant fellow, suppose you come with me to our den, and stay the night." The tailor was quite willing, and he followed him. When they reached the den there sat some other giants by the fire, and each had a roasted sheep in his hand, and was eating it. The little tailor looked round and thought, "There is more elbow-room here than in my workshop." And the giant showed him a bed, and told him he had better lie down upon it and go to sleep. The bed was, however, too big for the tailor, so he did not stay in it, but crept into a corner to sleep.

As soon as it was midnight the giant got up, took a great staff of iron and beat the bed through with one stroke, and supposed he had made an end of that grasshopper of a tailor.

Very early in the morning the giants went into the wood and forgot all about the little tailor, and when they saw him coming after them alive and merry, they were terribly frightened, and, thinking he was going to kill them, they ran away in all haste.

So the little tailor marched on, always following his nose. And after he had gone a great way he entered the courtyard belonging to a King's palace, and there he felt so overpowered with fatigue that he lay down and fell asleep. In the meanwhile came various people, who looked at him very curiously, and read on his belt, "Seven at one blow!" - "Oh!" said they, "why should this great lord come here in time of peace? what a mighty champion he must be." Then they went and told the King about him, and they thought that if war should break out what a worthy and useful man he would be, and that he ought not to be allowed to depart at any price.

The King then summoned his council, and sent one of his courtiers to the little tailor to beg him, so soon as he should wake up, to consent to serve in the King's army. So the messenger stood and waited at the sleeper's side until his limbs began to stretch, and his eyes to open, and then he carried his answer back. And the answer was, "That was the reason for which I came," said the little tailor, "I am ready to enter the King's service." So he was received into it very honourably, and a separate dwelling set apart for him. But the rest of the soldiers were very much set against the little tailor, and they wished him a thousand miles away. "What shall be done about it?" they said among themselves; "if we pick a quarrel and fight with him then seven of us will fall at each blow. That will be of no good to us." So they came to a resolution, and went all together to the King to ask for their discharge. "We never intended," said they, "to serve with a man who kills seven at a blow." The King felt sorry to lose all his faithful servants because of one man, and he wished that he had never seen him, and would willingly get rid of him if he might. But he did not dare to dismiss the little tailor for fear he should kill all the King's people, and place himself upon the throne.

He thought a long while about it, and at last made up his mind what to do. He sent for the little tailor, and told him that as he was so great a warrior he had a proposal to make to him. He told him that in a wood in his dominions dwelt two giants, who did great damage by robbery, murder, and fire, and that no man durst go near them for fear of his life. But that if the tailor should overcome and slay both these giants the King would give him his only daughter in marriage, and half his kingdom as dowry, and that a hundred horsemen should go with him to give him assistance. "That would be something for a man like me 1"thought the little tailor, "a beautiful princess and half a kingdom are not to be had every day."

And he said to the King, "Oh yes, I can soon overcome the giants, and yet have no need of the hundred horsemen; he who can kill seven at one blow has no need to be afraid of two."

So the little tailor set out, and the hundred horsemen followed him. When he came to the border of the wood he said to his escort, "Stay here while I go to attack the giants." Then he sprang into the wood, and looked about him right and left. After a while he caught sight of the two giants; they were lying down under a tree asleep, and snoring so that all the branches shook. The little tailor, all alive, filled both his pockets with stones and climbed up into the tree, and made his way to an overhanging bough, so that he could seat himself just above the sleepers; and from there he let one stone after another fall on the chest of one of the giants. For a long time the giant was quite unaware of this, but at last he waked up and pushed his comrade, and said, "What are you hitting me for?"

"You are dreaming," said the other, "I am not touching you." And they composed themselves again to sleep, and the tailor let fall a stone on the other giant. "What can that be?" cried he, "what are you casting at me?"

"I am casting nothing at you," answered the first, grumbling. They disputed about it for a while, but as they were tired, they gave it up at last, and their eyes closed once more. Then the little tailor began his game anew, picked out a heavier stone and threw it down with force upon the first giant's chest. "This is too much!" cried he, and sprang up like a madman and struck his companion such a blow that the tree shook above them. The other paid him back with ready coin, and they fought with such fury that they tore up trees by their roots to use for weapons against each other, so that at last they both of them lay dead upon the ground. And now the little tailor got down. "Another piece of luck!" said he, "that the tree I was sitting in did not get torn up too, or else I should have had to jump like a squirrel from one tree to another." Then he drew his sword and gave each of the giants a few hacks in the breast, and went back to the horsemen and said, "The deed is done, I have made an end of both of them: but it went hard with me, in the struggle they rooted up trees to defend themselves, but it was of no use, they had to do with a man who can kill seven at one blow."

"Then are you not wounded?" asked the horsemen. "Nothing of the sort!" answered the tailor, "I have not turned a hair." The horsemen still would not believe it, and rode into the wood to see, and there they found the giants wallowing in their blood, and all about them lying the uprooted trees. The little tailor then claimed the promised boon, but the King repented him of his offer, and he sought again how to rid himself of the hero. "Before you can possess my daughter and the half of my kingdom," said he to the tailor, "you must perform another heroic act. In the wood lives a unicorn who does great damage; you must secure him."

"A unicorn does not strike more terror into me than two giants. Seven at one blow! - that is my way," was the tailor's answer. So, taking a rope and an axe with him, he went out into the wood, and told those who were ordered to attend him to wait outside.

He had not far to seek, the unicorn soon came out and sprang at him, as if he would make an end of him without delay. "Softly, softly," said he, "most haste, worst speed," and remained standing until the animal came quite near, then he slipped quietly behind a tree. The unicorn ran with all his might against the tree and stuck his horn so deep into the trunk that he could not get it out again, and so was taken. "Now I have you," said the tailor, coming out from behind the tree, and, putting the rope round the unicorn's neck, he took the axe, set free the horn, and when all his party were assembled he led forth the animal and brought it to the King.

The King did not yet wish to give him the promised reward, and set him a third task to do. Before the wedding could take place the tailor was to secure a wild boar which had done a great deal of damage in the wood. The huntsmen were to accompany him. "All right," said the tailor, "this is child's play." But he did not take the huntsmen into the wood, and they were all the better pleased, for the wild boar had many a time before received them in such a way that they had no fancy to disturb him.

When the boar caught sight of the tailor he ran at him with foaming mouth and gleaming tusks to bear him to the ground, but the nimble hero rushed into a chapel which chanced to be near, and jumped quickly out of a window on the other side. The boar ran after him, and when he got inside the door shut after him, and there he was imprisoned, for the creature was too big and unwieldy to jump out of the window too. Then the little tailor called the huntsmen that they might see the prisoner with their own eyes; and then he betook himself to the king, who now, whether he liked it or not, was obliged to fulfil his promise, and give him his daughter and the half of his kingdom. But if he had known that the great warrior was only a little tailor he would have taken it still more to heart. So the wedding was celebrated with great splendour and little joy, and the tailor was made into a king.

One night the young queen heard her husband talking in his sleep and saying, "Now boy, make me that waistcoat and patch me those breeches, or I will lay my yard measure about your shoulders!" And so, as she perceived of what low birth her husband was, she went to her father the next morning and told him all, and begged him to set her free from a man who was nothing better than a tailor. The king bade her be comforted, saying, "To-night leave your bedroom door open, my guard shall stand outside, and when he is asleep they shall come in and bind him and carry him off to a ship, and he shall be sent to the other side of the world." So the wife felt consoled, but the king's water-bearer, who had been listening all the while, went to the little tailor and disclosed to him the whole plan. "I shall put a stop to all this," said he.

At night he lay down as usual in bed, and when his wife thought that he was asleep, she got up, opened the door and lay down again. The little tailor, who only made believe to be asleep, began to murmur plainly, "Now, boy, make me that waistcoat and patch me those breeches, or I will lay my yard measure about your shoulders! I have slain seven at one blow, killed two giants, caught a unicorn, and taken a wild boar, and shall I be afraid of those who are standing outside my room door?" And when they heard the tailor say this, a great fear seized them; they fled away as if they had been wild hares, and none of them would venture to attack him. And so the little tailor all his lifetime remained a king.
No hace mucho tiempo que existía un humilde sastrecillo que se ganaba la vida trabajando con sus hilos y su costura, sentado sobre su mesa, junto a la ventana; risueño y de buen humor, se había puesto a coser a todo trapo. En esto pasó par la calle una campesina que gritaba:

-¡Rica mermeladaaaa... Barataaaa! ¡Rica mermeladaaa, barataaa.

Este pregón sonó a gloria en sus oídos. Asomando el sastrecito su fina cabeza por la ventana, llamó:

-¡Eh, mi amiga! ¡Sube, que aquí te aliviaremos de tu mercancía!

Subió la campesina los tres tramos de escalera con su pesada cesta a cuestas, y el sastrecito le hizo abrir todos y cada uno de sus pomos. Los inspeccionó uno por uno acercándoles la nariz y, por fin, dijo:

-Esta mermelada no me parece mala; así que pásame cuatro onzas, muchacha, y si te pasas del cuarto de libra, no vamos a pelearnos por eso.

La mujer, que esperaba una mejor venta, se marchó malhumorada y refunfuñando:

-¡Vaya! -exclamo el sastrecito, frotándose las manos-. ¡Que Dios me bendiga esta mermelada y me de salud y fuerza!

Y, sacando el pan del armario, cortó una gran rebanada y la untó a su gusto. "Parece que no sabrá mal," se dijo. "Pero antes de probarla, terminaré esta chaqueta."

Dejó el pan sobre la mesa y reanudó la costura; y tan contento estaba, que las puntadas le salían cada vez mas largas.

Mientras tanto, el dulce aroma que se desprendía del pan subía hasta donde estaban las moscas sentadas en gran número y éstas, sintiéndose atraídas por el olor, bajaron en verdaderas legiones.

-¡Eh, quién las invitó a ustedes! -dijo el sastrecito, tratando de espantar a tan indeseables huéspedes. Pero las moscas, que no entendían su idioma, lejos de hacerle caso, volvían a la carga en bandadas cada vez más numerosas.

Por fin el sastrecito perdió la paciencia, sacó un pedazo de paño del hueco que había bajo su mesa, y exclamando: "¡Esperen, que yo mismo voy a servirles!," descargó sin misericordia un gran golpe sobre ellas, y otro y otro. Al retirar el paño y contarlas, vio que por lo menos había aniquilado a veinte.

"¡De lo que soy capaz!," se dijo, admirado de su propia audacia. "La ciudad entera tendrá que enterarse de esto" y, de prisa y corriendo, el sastrecito se cortó un cinturón a su medida, lo cosió y luego le bordó en grandes letras el siguiente letrero: SIETE DE UN GOLPE.

"¡Qué digo la ciudad!," añadió. "¡El mundo entero se enterará de esto!"

Y de puro contento, el corazón le temblaba como el rabo al corderito.

Luego se ciñó el cinturón y se dispuso a salir por el mundo, convencido de que su taller era demasiado pequeño para su valentía. Antes de marcharse, estuvo rebuscando por toda la casa a ver si encontraba algo que le sirviera para el viaje; pero sólo encontró un queso viejo que se guardó en el bolsillo. Frente a la puerta vio un pájaro que se había enredado en un matorral, y también se lo guardó en el bolsillo para que acompañara al queso. Luego se puso animosamente en camino, y como era ágil y ligero de pies, no se cansaba nunca.

El camino lo llevó por una montaña arriba. Cuando llegó a lo mas alto, se encontró con un gigante que estaba allí sentado, mirando pacíficamente el paisaje. El sastrecito se le acercó animoso y le dijo:

-¡Buenos días, camarada! ¿Qué, contemplando el ancho mundo? Por él me voy yo, precisamente, a correr fortuna. ¿Te decides a venir conmigo?

El gigante lo miró con desprecio y dijo:

-¡Quítate de mi vista, monigote, miserable criatura!

-¿Ah, sí? -contestó el sastrecito, y, desabrochándose la chaqueta, le enseñó el cinturón--¡Aquí puedes leer qué clase de hombre soy!

El gigante leyó: SIETE DE UN GOLPE, y pensando que se tratara de hombres derribados por el sastre, empezó a tenerle un poco de respeto. De todos modos decidió ponerlo a prueba. Agarró una piedra y la exprimió hasta sacarle unas gotas de agua.

-¡A ver si lo haces -dijo-, ya que eres tan fuerte!

-¿Nada más que eso? -contestó el sastrecito-. ¡Es un juego de niños!

Y metiendo la mano en el bolsillo sacó el queso y lo apretó hasta sacarle todo el jugo.

-¿Qué me dices? Un poquito mejor, ¿no te parece?

El gigante no supo qué contestar, y apenas podía creer que hiciera tal cosa aquel hombrecito. Tomando entonces otra piedra, la arrojó tan alto que la vista apenas podía seguirla.

-Anda, pedazo de hombre, a ver si haces algo parecido.

-Un buen tiro -dijo el sastre-, aunque la piedra volvió a caer a tierra. Ahora verás -y sacando al pájaro del bolsillo, lo arrojó al aire. El pájaro, encantado con su libertad, alzó rápido el vuelo y se perdió de vista.

-¿Qué te pareció este tiro, camarada? -preguntó el sastrecito.

-Tirar, sabes -admitió el gigante-. Ahora veremos si puedes soportar alguna carga digna de este nombre-y llevando al sastrecito hasta un inmenso roble que estaba derribado en el suelo, le dijo-: Ya que te las das de forzudo, ayúdame a sacar este árbol del bosque.

-Con gusto -respondió el sastrecito-. Tú cárgate el tronco al hombro y yo me encargaré del ramaje, que es lo más pesado .

En cuanto estuvo el tronco en su puesto, el sastrecito se acomodó sobre una rama, de modo que el gigante, que no podía volverse, tuvo de cargar también con él, además de todo el peso del árbol. El sastrecito iba de lo más contento allí detrás, silbando aquella tonadilla que dice: "A caballo salieron los tres sastres," como si la tarea de cargar árboles fuese un juego de niños.

El gigante, después de arrastrar un buen trecho la pesada carga, no pudo más y gritó:

-¡Eh, tú! ¡Cuidado, que tengo que soltar el árbol!

El sastre saltó ágilmente al suelo, sujetó el roble con los dos brazos, como si lo hubiese sostenido así todo el tiempo, y dijo:

-¡Un grandullón como tú y ni siquiera eres capaz de cargar un árbol!

Siguieron andando y, al pasar junto a un cerezo, el gigante, echando mano a la copa, donde colgaban las frutas maduras, inclinó el árbol hacia abajo y lo puso en manos del sastre, invitándolo a comer las cerezas. Pero el hombrecito era demasiado débil para sujetar el árbol, y en cuanto lo soltó el gigante, volvió la copa a su primera posición, arrastrando consigo al sastrecito por los aires. Cayó al suelo sin hacerse daño, y el gigante le dijo:

-¿Qué es eso? ¿No tienes fuerza para sujetar este tallito enclenque?

-No es que me falte fuerza -respondió el sastrecito-. ¿Crees que semejante minucia es para un hombre que mató a siete de un golpe? Es que salté por encima del árbol, porque hay unos cazadores allá abajo disparando contra los matorrales. ¡Haz tú lo mismo, si puedes!

El gigante lo intentó, pero se quedó colgando entre las ramas; de modo que también esta vez el sastrecito se llevó la victoria. Dijo entonces el gigante:

-Ya que eres tan valiente, ven conmigo a nuestra casa y pasa la noche con nosotros.

El sastrecito aceptó la invitación y lo siguió. Cuando llegaron a la caverna, encontraron a varios gigantes sentados junto al fuego: cada uno tenía en la mano un cordero asado y se lo estaba comiendo. El sastrecito miró a su alrededor y pensó: "Esto es mucho más espacioso que mi taller."

El gigante le enseñó una cama y lo invitó a acostarse y dormir. La cama, sin embargo, era demasiado grande para el hombrecito; así que, en vez de acomodarse en ella, se acurrucó en un rincón. A medianoche, creyendo el gigante que su invitado estaría profundamente dormido, se levantó y, empuñando una enorme barra de hierro, descargó un formidable golpe sobre la cama. Luego volvió a acostarse, en la certeza de que había despachado para siempre a tan impertinente grillo. A la madrugada, los gigantes, sin acordarse ya del sastrecito, se disponían a marcharse al bosque cuando, de pronto, lo vieron tan alegre y tranquilo como de costumbre. Aquello fue más de lo que podían soportar, y pensando que iba a matarlos a todos, salieron corriendo, cada uno por su lado.

El sastrecito prosiguió su camino, siempre con su puntiaguda nariz por delante. Tras mucho caminar, llegó al jardín de un palacio real, y como se sentía muy cansado, se echó a dormir sobre la hierba. Mientras estaba así durmiendo, se le acercaron varios cortesanos, lo examinaron par todas partes y leyeron la inscripción: SIETE DE UN GOLPE.

-¡Ah! -exclamaron-. ¿Qué hace aquí tan terrible hombre de guerra, ahora que estamos en paz? Sin duda, será algún poderoso caballero.

Y corrieron a dar la noticia al rey, diciéndole que en su opinión sería un hombre extremadamente valioso en caso de guerra y que en modo alguno debía perder la oportunidad de ponerlo a su servicio. Al rey le complació el consejo, y envió a uno de sus nobles para que le hiciese una oferta tan pronto despertara. El emisario permaneció en guardia junto al durmiente, y cuando vio que éste se estiraba y abría los ojos, le comunicó la proposición del rey.

-Justamente he venido con ese propósito -contestó el sastrecito-. Estoy dispuesto a servir al rey -así que lo recibieron honrosamente y le prepararon toda una residencia para él solo.

Pero los soldados del rey lo miraban con malos ojos y, en realidad, deseaban tenerlo a mil millas de distancia.

-¿En qué parará todo esto? -comentaban entre sí-. Si nos peleamos con él y la emprende con nosotros, a cada golpe derribará a siete. No hay aquí quien pueda enfrentársele.

Tomaron, pues, la decisión de presentarse al rey y pedirle que los licenciase del ejército.

-No estamos preparados -le dijeron- para luchar al lado de un hombre capaz de matar a siete de un golpe.

El rey se disgustó mucho cuando vio que por culpa de uno iba a perder tan fieles servidores: ya se lamentaba hasta de haber visto al sastrecito y de muy buena gana se habría deshecho de él. Pero no se atrevía a despedirlo, por miedo a que acabara con él y todos los suyos, y luego se instalara en el trono. Estuvo pensándolo por horas y horas y, al fin, encontró una solución.

Mandó decir al sastrecito que, siendo tan poderoso hombre de armas como era, tenía una oferta que hacerle. En un bosque del país vivían dos gigantes que causaban enormes daños con sus robos, asesinatos, incendios y otras atrocidades; nadie podía acercárseles sin correr peligro de muerte. Si el sastrecito lograba vencer y exterminar a estos gigantes, recibiría la mano de su hija y la mitad del reino como recompensa. Además, cien soldados de caballería lo auxiliarían en la empresa.

"¡No está mal para un hombre como tú!" se dijo el sastrecito. "Que a uno le ofrezcan una bella princesa y la mitad de un reino es cosa que no sucede todos los días." Así que contestó:

-Claro que acepto. Acabaré muy pronto con los dos gigantes. Y no me hacen falta los cien jinetes. El que derriba a siete de un golpe no tiene por qué asustarse con dos.

Así, pues, el sastrecito se puso en camino, seguido por cien jinetes. Cuando llegó a las afueras del bosque, dijo a sus seguidores:

-Esperen aquí. Yo solo acabaré con los gigantes.

Y de un salto se internó en el bosque, donde empezó a buscar a diestro y siniestro. Al cabo de un rato descubrió a los dos gigantes. Estaban durmiendo al pie de un árbol y roncaban tan fuerte, que las ramas se balanceaban arriba y abajo. El sastrecito, ni corto ni perezoso, eligió especialmente dos grandes piedras que guardó en los bolsillos y trepó al árbol. A medio camino se deslizó por una rama hasta situarse justo encima de los durmientes, y, acto seguido, hizo muy buena puntería (pues no podía fallar) pues de lo contrario estaría perdido.

Los gigantes, al recibir cada uno un fuerte golpe con la piedra, despertaron echándose entre ellos las culpas de los golpes. Uno dio un empujón a su compañero y le dijo:

-¿Por qué me pegas?

-Estás soñando -respondió el otro-. Yo no te he pegado.

Se volvieron a dormir, y entonces el sastrecito le tiró una piedra al segundo.

-¿Qué significa esto? -gruñó el gigante-. ¿Por qué me tiras piedras?

-Yo no te he tirado nada -gruñó el primero.

Discutieron todavía un rato; pero como los dos estaban cansados, dejaron las cosas como estaban y cerraron otra vez los ojos. El sastrecito volvió a las andadas. Escogiendo la más grande de sus piedras, la tiró con toda su fuerza al pecho del primer gigante.

-¡Esto ya es demasiado! -vociferó furioso. Y saltando como un loco, arremetió contra su compañero y lo empujó con tal fuerza contra el árbol, que lo hizo estremecerse hasta la copa. El segundo gigante le pagó con la misma moneda, y los dos se enfurecieron tanto que arrancaron de cuajo dos árboles enteros y estuvieron aporreándose el uno al otro hasta que los dos cayeron muertos. Entonces bajó del árbol el sastrecito.

"Suerte que no arrancaron el árbol en que yo estaba," se dijo, "pues habría tenido que saltar a otro como una ardilla. Menos mal que nosotros los sastres somos livianos."

Y desenvainando la espada, dio un par de tajos a cada uno en el pecho. Enseguida se presentó donde estaban los caballeros y les dijo:



-Se acabaron los gigantes, aunque debo confesar que la faena fue dura. Se pusieron a arrancar árboles para defenderse. ¡Venirle con tronquitos a un hombre como yo, que mata a siete de un golpe!

-¿Y no estás herido? -preguntaron los jinetes.

-No piensen tal cosa -dijo el sastrecito-. Ni siquiera, despeinado.

Los jinetes no podían creerlo. Se internaron con él en el bosque y allí encontraron a los dos gigantes flotando en su propia sangre y, a su alrededor, los árboles arrancados de cuajo.

El sastrecito se presentó al rey para pedirle la recompensa ofrecida; pero el rey se hizo el remolón y maquinó otra manera de deshacerse del héroe.

-Antes de que recibas la mano de mi hija y la mitad de mi reino -le dijo-, tendrás que llevar a cabo una nueva hazaña. Por el bosque corre un unicornio que hace grandes destrozos, y debes capturarlo primero.

-Menos temo yo a un unicornio que a dos gigantes -respondió el sastrecito--Siete de un golpe: ésa es mi especialidad.

Y se internó en el bosque con un hacha y una cuerda, después de haber rogado a sus seguidores que lo aguardasen afuera.

No tuvo que buscar mucho. El unicornio se presentó de pronto y lo embistió ferozmente, decidido a ensartarlo de una vez con su único cuerno.

-Poco a poco; la cosa no es tan fácil como piensas -dijo el sastrecito.

Plantándose muy quieto delante de un árbol, esperó a que el unicornio estuviese cerca y, entonces, saltó ágilmente detrás del árbol. Como el unicornio había embestido con fuerza, el cuerno se clavó en el tronco tan profundamente, que por más que hizo no pudo sacarlo, y quedó prisionero.

"¡Ya cayó el pajarito!," dijo el sastre, saliendo de detrás del árbol. Ató la cuerda al cuello de la bestia, cortó el cuerno de un hachazo y llevó su presa al rey.

Pero éste aún no quiso entregarle el premio ofrecido y le exigió un tercer trabajo. Antes de que la boda se celebrase, el sastrecito tendría que cazar un feroz jabalí que rondaba por el bosque causando enormes daños. Para ello contaría con la ayuda de los cazadores.

-¡No faltaba más! -dijo el sastrecito-. ¡Si es un juego de niños!

Dejó a los cazadores a la entrada del bosque, con gran alegría de ellos, pues de tal modo los había recibido el feroz jabalí en otras ocasiones, que no les quedaban ganas de enfrentarse con él de nuevo.

Tan pronto vio al sastrecito, el jabalí lo acometió con los agudos colmillos de su boca espumeante, y ya estaba a punto de derribarlo, cuando el héroe huyó a todo correr, se precipitó dentro de una capilla que se levantaba por aquellas cercanías. subió de un salto a la ventana del fondo y, de otro salto, estuvo enseguida afuera. El jabalí se abalanzó tras él en la capilla; pero ya el sastrecito había dado la vuelta y le cerraba la puerta de un golpe, con lo que la enfurecida bestia quedó prisionera, pues era demasiado torpe y pesada para saltar a su vez por la ventana. El sastrecito se apresuró a llamar a los cazadores, para que la contemplasen con su propios ojos.

El rey tuvo ahora que cumplir su promesa y le dio la mano de su hija y la mitad del reino, agregándole: "Ya eres mi heredero al trono."

Se celebró la boda con gran esplendor, y allí fue que se convirtió en todo un rey el sastrecito valiente.