DANSK

Den gamle Sultan

ENGLISH

Old Sultan


Der var engang en bonde, som havde en tro hund, der hed Sultan. Men nu var den blevet gammel og havde tabt alle sine tænder, så manden sagde en dag til sin kone: "I morgen skyder jeg gamle Sultan. Den er dog ikke til nogen verdens nytte mere." Konen havde ondt af den og sagde: "Nu har den tjent os så længe, at jeg nok synes, vi kunne lade den spise nådsensbrød på sine gamle dage." - "Sikke noget snak," svarede manden, "du er altfor blødhjertet. Har den tjent os tro, har den også til gengæld fået sin gode mad."

Den stakkels hund lå tætved i solen og havde hørt det hele. Den blev meget bedrøvet, da den forstod, at det var den sidste dag i dens liv, og om aftenen listede den sig ud til sin gode ven, ulven, og klagede sin nød for den. "Op med humøret, kammerat," sagde ulven, "jeg skal nok hjælpe dig. I morgen tidlig går din herre og hans kone ud i marken og tager deres lille barn med, og de plejer at lade det blive liggende henne ved hækken. Du skal så blot lægge dig ved siden af, som om du ville holde vagt. Jeg kommer så løbende ud af skoven og snapper barnet, og du skal fare efter mig for at tage det fra mig. Når jeg er kommet et lille stykke ind i skoven, lægger jeg det ned, og så kan du bringe det tilbage til forældrene. De vil naturligvis være dig evig taknemmelige, og du kan være sikker på at få det godt resten af dit liv."

Hunden syntes, at det var en udmærket plan, og næste morgen bar de sig ad ganske som ulven havde foreslået. Faderen skreg af fuld hals, da den løb af sted med barnet, og da Sultan bragte ham det tilbage, klappede han den og sagde rørt: "Der skal ikke krummes et hår på dit hovede, og der skal blive sørget for dig, så længe du lever." Derpå sagde han til sin kone: "Gå straks hjem og kog noget grød til Sultan og læg min hovedpude ud i dens kurv, så den kan ligge blødt og lunt." Fra nu af havde den gamle Sultan det så godt, som den kunne ønske sig. Kort tid efter kom ulven og besøgte den og glædede sig over, så godt deres list var lykkedes. "Men hør, kammerat," sagde den, "nu vil du vel nok gøre mig den tjeneste at lukke øjnene, hvis jeg en gang finder på at tage et af din herres fede får. Det er ikke så nemt at klare sig i disse knappe tider." - "Det skal du ikke gøre regning på," svarede hunden, "jeg bliver min herre tro, hvordan det så går." Ulven troede ikke, den mente det så strengt, og kom hinkende om natten for at hente fåret. Men den tro Sultan havde fortalt sin herre, hvad ulven havde i sinde, så bonden stod på vagt i stalden og tærskede den ordentlig igennem. Den måtte løbe sin vej, men råbte efter hunden: "Vent du bare, dit skarn. Det skal du få betalt."

Næste morgen sendte ulven svinet med en udfordring til hunden. Ude i skoven skulle de mødes og afgøre deres mellemværende. Den gamle Sultan kunne ikke få andre med end en kat, som kun havde tre ben, og de to humpede nu af sted sammen, mens katten af smerte stak halen lige i vejret. Ulven og svinet var allerede på pletten, og da de så deres modstandere komme, troede de, at kattens strittende hale var en sabel. De kunne heller ikke se, at den kun havde tre ben, men troede, den gik og samlede sten op. De blev meget bange, og svinet gemte sig bagved nogle buske, mens ulven sprang op i et træ. Hunden og katten blev meget forundrede over ingen at finde, og stod i nogen tid og ventede. Pludselig fik katten øje på svinets øre, der stak frem mellem bladene, og da den troede, det var en mus, sprang den hen og bed rigtig eftertrykkeligt deri. Svinet hylede og skreg: "Den rigtige sidder oppe i træet," og løb af sted, så stærkt, dets ben kunne bære det. Da hunden og katten så op, fik de øje på ulven, der var meget skamfuld over at den havde været så fejg, og rakte hunden hånden til fred og forlig.
A farmer once had a faithful dog called Sultan, who had grown old, and lost all his teeth, so that he could no longer hold anything fast. One day the farmer was standing with his wife before the house-door, and said, "To-morrow I intend to shoot Old Sultan, he is no longer of any use."
His wife, who felt pity for the faithful beast, answered, "He has served us so long, and been so faithful, that we might well give him his keep."

"Eh! what?" said the man. "You are not very sharp. He has not a tooth left in his mouth, and not a thief is afraid of him; now he may be off. If he has served us, he has had good feeding for it."

The poor dog, who was lying stretched out in the sun not far off, had heard everything, and was sorry that the morrow was to be his last day. He had a good friend, the wolf, and he crept out in the evening into the forest to him, and complained of the fate that awaited him. "Hark ye, gossip," said the wolf, "be of good cheer, I will help you out of your trouble. I have thought of something. To-morrow, early in the morning, your master is going with his wife to make hay, and they will take their little child with them, for no one will be left behind in the house. They are wont, during work-time, to lay the child under the hedge in the shade; you lay yourself there too, just as if you wished to guard it. Then I will come out of the wood, and carry off the child. You must rush swiftly after me, as if you would seize it again from me. I will let it fall, and you will take it back to its parents, who will think that you have saved it, and will be far too grateful to do you any harm; on the contrary, you will be in high favor, and they will never let you want for anything again."

The plan pleased the dog, and it was carried out just as it was arranged. The father screamed when he saw the Wolf running across the field with his child, but when Old Sultan brought it back, then he was full of joy, and stroked him and said, "Not a hair of yours shall be hurt, you shall eat my bread free as long as you live." And to his wife he said, "Go home at once and make Old Sultan some bread-sop that he will not have to bite, and bring the pillow out of my bed, I will give him that to lie upon."

Henceforth Old Sultan was as well off as he could wish to be.

Soon afterwards the wolf visited him, and was pleased that everything had succeeded so well. "But, gossip," said he, "you will just wink an eye if when I have a chance, I carry off one of your master's fat sheep." - "Do not reckon upon that," answered the dog; "I will remain true to my master; I cannot agree to that." The wolf, who thought that this could not be spoken in earnest, came creeping about in the night and was going to take away the sheep. But the farmer, to whom the faithful Sultan had told the wolf's plan, caught him and dressed his hide soundly with the flail. The wolf had to pack off, but he cried out to the dog, "Wait a bit, you scoundrel, you shall pay for this."

The next morning the wolf sent the boar to challenge the dog to come out into the forest so that they might settle the affair. Old Sultan could find no one to stand by him but a cat with only three legs, and as they went out together the poor cat limped along, and at the same time stretched out her tail into the air with pain.

The wolf and his friend were already on the spot appointed, but when they saw their enemy coming they thought that he was bringing a sabre with him, for they mistook the outstretched tail of the cat for one. And when the poor beast hopped on its three legs, they could only think every time that it was picking up a stone to throw at them. So they were both afraid; the wild boar crept into the under-wood and the wolf jumped up a tree.

The dog and the cat, when they came up, wondered that there was no one to be seen. The wild boar, however, had not been able to hide himself altogether; and one of his ears was still to be seen. Whilst the cat was looking carefully about, the boar moved his ear; the cat, who thought it was a mouse moving there, jumped upon it and bit it hard. The boar made a fearful noise and ran away, crying out, "The guilty one is up in the tree." The dog and cat looked up and saw the wolf, who was ashamed of having shown himself so timid, and made friends with the dog.




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