There was once a girl whose father and mother died while she was still a little child. All alone, in a small house at the end of the village, dwelt her godmother, who supported herself by spinning, weaving, and sewing. The old woman took the forlorn child to live with her, kept her to her work, and educated her in all that is good. When the girl was fifteen years old, the old woman became ill, called the child to her bedside, and said, "Dear daughter, I feel my end drawing near. I leave thee the little house, which will protect thee from wind and weather, and my spindle, shuttle, and needle, with which thou canst earn thy bread." Then she laid her hands on the girl's head, blessed her, and said, "Only preserve the love of God in thy heart, and all will go well with thee." Thereupon she closed her eyes, and when she was laid in the earth, the maiden followed the coffin, weeping bitterly, and paid her the last mark of respect. And now the maiden lived quite alone in the little house, and was industrious, and span, wove, and sewed, and the blessing of the good old woman was on all that she did. It seemed as if the flax in the room increased of its own accord, and whenever she wove a piece of cloth or carpet, or had made a shirt, she at once found a buyer who paid her amply for it, so that she was in want of nothing, and even had something to share with others.
About this time, the son of the King was travelling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one. So he said, "She shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest." When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place? They first named the richest; the poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendour before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsey. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room. He stopped his horse, and saw through the window, on which the bright sun was shining, the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel, busily spinning. She looked up, and when she saw that the prince was looking in, she blushed all over her face, let her eyes fall, and went on spinning. I do not know whether, just at that moment, the thread was quite even; but she went on spinning until the King's son had ridden away again. Then she went to the window, opened it, and said, "It is so warm in this room!" but she still looked after him as long as she could distinguish the white feathers in his hat. Then she sat down to work again in her own room and went on with her spinning, and a saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work, came into her mind, and she sang these words to herself, --
About this time, the son of the King was travelling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one. So he said, "She shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest." When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place? They first named the richest; the poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendour before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsey. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room. He stopped his horse, and saw through the window, on which the bright sun was shining, the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel, busily spinning. She looked up, and when she saw that the prince was looking in, she blushed all over her face, let her eyes fall, and went on spinning. I do not know whether, just at that moment, the thread was quite even; but she went on spinning until the King's son had ridden away again. Then she went to the window, opened it, and said, "It is so warm in this room!" but she still looked after him as long as she could distinguish the white feathers in his hat. Then she sat down to work again in her own room and went on with her spinning, and a saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work, came into her mind, and she sang these words to herself, --
"Spindle, my spindle, haste, haste thee away,
And here to my house bring the wooer, I pray."
And what do you think happened? The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining golden thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave.
The spindle, however, danced continually onwards, and just as the thread came to an end, reached the prince. "What do I see?" he cried; "the spindle certainly wants to show me the way!" turned his horse about, and rode back with the golden thread. The girl was, however, sitting at her work singing,
And here to my house bring the wooer, I pray."
And what do you think happened? The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining golden thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave.
The spindle, however, danced continually onwards, and just as the thread came to an end, reached the prince. "What do I see?" he cried; "the spindle certainly wants to show me the way!" turned his horse about, and rode back with the golden thread. The girl was, however, sitting at her work singing,
"Shuttle, my shuttle, weave well this day,
And guide the wooer to me, I pray."
Immediately the shuttle sprang out of her hand and out by the door. Before the threshold, however, it began to weave a carpet which was more beautiful than the eyes of man had ever yet beheld. Lilies and roses blossomed on both sides of it, and on a golden ground in the centre green branches ascended, under which bounded hares and rabbits, stags and deer stretched their heads in between them, brightly-coloured birds were sitting in the branches above; they lacked nothing but the gift of song. The shuttle leapt hither and thither, and everything seemed to grow of its own accord.
As the shuttle had run away, the girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang,
And guide the wooer to me, I pray."
Immediately the shuttle sprang out of her hand and out by the door. Before the threshold, however, it began to weave a carpet which was more beautiful than the eyes of man had ever yet beheld. Lilies and roses blossomed on both sides of it, and on a golden ground in the centre green branches ascended, under which bounded hares and rabbits, stags and deer stretched their heads in between them, brightly-coloured birds were sitting in the branches above; they lacked nothing but the gift of song. The shuttle leapt hither and thither, and everything seemed to grow of its own accord.
As the shuttle had run away, the girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang,
"Needle, my needle, sharp-pointed and fine,
Prepare for a wooer this house of mine."
Then the needle leapt out of her fingers, and flew everywhere about the room as quick as lightning. It was just as if invisible spirits were working; they covered tables and benches with green cloth in an instant, and the chairs with velvet, and hung the windows with silken curtains. Hardly had the needle put in the last stitch than the maiden saw through the window the white feathers of the prince, whom the spindle had brought thither by the golden thread. He alighted, stepped over the carpet into the house, and when he entered the room, there stood the maiden in her poor garments, but she shone out from within them like a rose surrounded by leaves. "Thou art the poorest and also the richest," said he to her. "Come with me, thou shalt be my bride." She did not speak, but she gave him her hand. Then he gave her a kiss, led her forth, lifted her on to his horse, and took her to the royal castle, where the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings. The spindle, shuttle, and needle were preserved in the treasure-chamber, and held in great honour.
Prepare for a wooer this house of mine."
Then the needle leapt out of her fingers, and flew everywhere about the room as quick as lightning. It was just as if invisible spirits were working; they covered tables and benches with green cloth in an instant, and the chairs with velvet, and hung the windows with silken curtains. Hardly had the needle put in the last stitch than the maiden saw through the window the white feathers of the prince, whom the spindle had brought thither by the golden thread. He alighted, stepped over the carpet into the house, and when he entered the room, there stood the maiden in her poor garments, but she shone out from within them like a rose surrounded by leaves. "Thou art the poorest and also the richest," said he to her. "Come with me, thou shalt be my bride." She did not speak, but she gave him her hand. Then he gave her a kiss, led her forth, lifted her on to his horse, and took her to the royal castle, where the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings. The spindle, shuttle, and needle were preserved in the treasure-chamber, and held in great honour.
Il était une jeune fille qui avait perdu ses parents dans son bas âge. Elle avait une marraine, qui habitait toute seule une petite chaumière au bout du village, et qui vivait des produits de son aiguille, de sa navette et de son fuseau. Cette bonne vieille prit avec elle l'orpheline, lui apprit à travailler et l'éleva dans la piété et la crainte de Dieu. Quand la jeune fille eut atteint quinze ans, sa marraine tomba malade, et, l'appelant près de son lit, elle lui dit: « Chère enfant, je sens que ma fin est proche; je te laisse ma chaumière: elle te protégera contre le vent et la pluie; je te donne aussi mon fuseau, ma navette et mon aiguille, qui te serviront à gagner ton pain. » Puis, lui posant la main sur la tête, elle la bénit en disant: « Conserve Dieu dans ton cœur, et le bonheur t'arrivera. » Là-dessus ses yeux se fermèrent; la pauvre fille accompagna son cercueil en pleurant et lui rendit les derniers devoirs.
Désormais elle vécut toute seule, travaillant avec courage à filer, à tisser et à coudre; et la bénédiction de la bonne vieille la protégeait en toutes choses. On aurait dit que sa provision de lin était inépuisable, et, à mesure qu'elle avait lissé une pièce de toile ou cousu une chemise, il se présentait aussitôt un acheteur qui la payait généreusement; de telle sorte que non-seulement elle n'était pas dans le besoin, mais elle pouvait encore donner aux pauvres.
Vers le même temps, le fils du roi se mit à parcourir le pays pour chercher femme. Il n'en pouvait pas choisir une pauvre et n'en voulait pas une riche. Aussi disait-il qu'il prendrait celle qui serait à la fois la plus riche et la plus pauvre. En arrivant dans le village où demeurait notre jeune fille, il demanda, comme à son ordinaire, qu'on lui indiquât la plus pauvre et la plus riche du l'endroit. On lui désigna tout de suite la seconde; quant â la première, lui dit-on, ce devait être la jeune fille qui demeurait dans une chaumière isolée tout au bout du hameau.
Quand le prince passa, la riche était en grande toilette devant sa porte: elle se leva et alla à sa rencontre avec un grand salut. Mais il la regarda et continuant son chemin sans dire un mot, arriva à la chaumière de la pauvre fille: celle-ci n'était pas sur sa porte, mais enfermée dans sa chambre. Il arrêta son cheval et regarda à travers la fenêtre dans l'appartement, qu'éclairait un rayon g de soleil: elle était assise devant son rouet et filait avec ardeur. De son côté, elle aperçut furtivement le prince qui la regardait; mais elle en devint toute rouge et continua de filer en baissant les yeux: seulement je ne garantirais pas que son fil fût bien égal. Elle fila toujours jusqu'à ce que le prince fût parti. Dès qu'elle ne le vit plus, elle courut ouvrir la fenêtre en disant: « Il fait si chaud ici! » et elle le suivit des yeux tant qu'elle put apercevoir la plume blanche de son chapeau.
A la fin elle se rassit et se remit à filer. Mais il lui revint à la mémoire un refrain qu'elle avait souvent entendu répéter à sa vieille marraine, et elle chanta ainsi:
Désormais elle vécut toute seule, travaillant avec courage à filer, à tisser et à coudre; et la bénédiction de la bonne vieille la protégeait en toutes choses. On aurait dit que sa provision de lin était inépuisable, et, à mesure qu'elle avait lissé une pièce de toile ou cousu une chemise, il se présentait aussitôt un acheteur qui la payait généreusement; de telle sorte que non-seulement elle n'était pas dans le besoin, mais elle pouvait encore donner aux pauvres.
Vers le même temps, le fils du roi se mit à parcourir le pays pour chercher femme. Il n'en pouvait pas choisir une pauvre et n'en voulait pas une riche. Aussi disait-il qu'il prendrait celle qui serait à la fois la plus riche et la plus pauvre. En arrivant dans le village où demeurait notre jeune fille, il demanda, comme à son ordinaire, qu'on lui indiquât la plus pauvre et la plus riche du l'endroit. On lui désigna tout de suite la seconde; quant â la première, lui dit-on, ce devait être la jeune fille qui demeurait dans une chaumière isolée tout au bout du hameau.
Quand le prince passa, la riche était en grande toilette devant sa porte: elle se leva et alla à sa rencontre avec un grand salut. Mais il la regarda et continuant son chemin sans dire un mot, arriva à la chaumière de la pauvre fille: celle-ci n'était pas sur sa porte, mais enfermée dans sa chambre. Il arrêta son cheval et regarda à travers la fenêtre dans l'appartement, qu'éclairait un rayon g de soleil: elle était assise devant son rouet et filait avec ardeur. De son côté, elle aperçut furtivement le prince qui la regardait; mais elle en devint toute rouge et continua de filer en baissant les yeux: seulement je ne garantirais pas que son fil fût bien égal. Elle fila toujours jusqu'à ce que le prince fût parti. Dès qu'elle ne le vit plus, elle courut ouvrir la fenêtre en disant: « Il fait si chaud ici! » et elle le suivit des yeux tant qu'elle put apercevoir la plume blanche de son chapeau.
A la fin elle se rassit et se remit à filer. Mais il lui revint à la mémoire un refrain qu'elle avait souvent entendu répéter à sa vieille marraine, et elle chanta ainsi:
Cours, fuseau; que rien ne t'arrête;
Conduis ici mon bien-aimé.
Conduis ici mon bien-aimé.
Qu'arriva-t-il? le fuseau s'élança tout à coup de ses mains et se précipita dehors; elle le suivit des yeux toute stupéfaite; il courait en dansant à travers champs et laissait après lui un fil d'or. En peu de temps il fut trop loin pour qu'elle pût le voir. N'ayant plus de fuseau, elle prit sa navette et se mit à tisser.
Le fuseau continuait de courir, et, quand son fil fut au bout, il avait rejoint le prince. « Que vois-je? s'écria celui-ci; ce fuseau veut me conduire quelque part. » Il retourna son cheval et suivit au galop le fit d'or. La jeune fille continuait de travailler en chantant:
Le fuseau continuait de courir, et, quand son fil fut au bout, il avait rejoint le prince. « Que vois-je? s'écria celui-ci; ce fuseau veut me conduire quelque part. » Il retourna son cheval et suivit au galop le fit d'or. La jeune fille continuait de travailler en chantant:
Cours après lui, chère navette;
Ramène-moi mon fiancé.
Ramène-moi mon fiancé.
Aussitôt la navette s'échappa de ses mains et s'élança vers la porte. Mais à partir du seuil elle commença à tisser un tapis plus beau que tout ce qu'on a jamais vu. Des deux côtés fleurissaient des guirlandes de roses et de lis, et au milieu, des pampres verts sortaient d'un fond d'or; des lièvres et des lapins sautaient dans le feuillage, des cerfs et des chevreuils passaient leur tête à travers; dans les branches étaient perchés des oiseaux de mille couleurs auxquels il ne manquait que de chanter. La navette continuait de courir et l'œuvre avançait merveilleusement.
N'ayant plus sa navette, la jeune fille prit son aiguille et se mit à chanter:
N'ayant plus sa navette, la jeune fille prit son aiguille et se mit à chanter:
Il va venir, chère aiguillette;
Que tout ici soit préparé.
Que tout ici soit préparé.
Aussitôt l'aiguille, s'échappant de ses doigts, se mit à courir par la chambre, rapide comme l'éclair. C'était comme si des esprits invisibles s'en fussent mêlés: la table et les bancs se couvraient de tapis verts, les chaises s'habillaient de velours, et les murs d'une tenture de soie.
A peine l'aiguille avait-elle piqué son dernier point, que la jeune fille vit passer devant la fenêtre les plumes blanches du chapeau du prince, que le fil d'or avait ramené: il entra dans la chaumière en passant sur le tapis, et dans la chambre il vit la jeune fille, toujours vêtue de ses pauvres habits, mais brillant cependant au milieu de ce luxe improvisé comme une rose églantine sur un buisson. « Tu es bien la plus pauvre et la plus riche, s'écria-t-il; viens, tu seras ma femme. » Elle lui tendit la main sans rien répondre. Il lui donna un baiser, et, l'ayant fait monter à cheval avec lui, il l'emmena à la cour, où la noce fut célébrée avec une grande joie.
Le fuseau, la navette et l'aiguille furent conservés précieusement dans le trésor royal.
A peine l'aiguille avait-elle piqué son dernier point, que la jeune fille vit passer devant la fenêtre les plumes blanches du chapeau du prince, que le fil d'or avait ramené: il entra dans la chaumière en passant sur le tapis, et dans la chambre il vit la jeune fille, toujours vêtue de ses pauvres habits, mais brillant cependant au milieu de ce luxe improvisé comme une rose églantine sur un buisson. « Tu es bien la plus pauvre et la plus riche, s'écria-t-il; viens, tu seras ma femme. » Elle lui tendit la main sans rien répondre. Il lui donna un baiser, et, l'ayant fait monter à cheval avec lui, il l'emmena à la cour, où la noce fut célébrée avec une grande joie.
Le fuseau, la navette et l'aiguille furent conservés précieusement dans le trésor royal.