THERE was once upon a time a miller who had a beautiful daughter. When she was grown up, he wished that she was provided for and well married. He thought, If any good suitor comes and asks for her, I will give her to him. Not long afterward, a suitor who appeared to be very rich came, and as the miller had no fault to find with him, he promised his daughter to him.
The maiden, however, did not like him quite so much as a girl should like the man to whom she is engaged, and had no confidence in him. Whenever she saw or thought of him, she felt a secret horror. Once he said to her, “You are my betrothed, and yet you have never once paid me a visit.”
The maiden replied, “I know not where your house is.”
Then said the bridegroom, “My house is out there in the dark forest.”
She tried to excuse herself and said she could not find the way there. The bridegroom said, “Next Sunday you must come out there to me. I have already invited the guests, and I will strew ashes in order that you may find your way through the forest.”
When Sunday came and the maiden had to set out on her way, she became very uneasy, though she herself knew not exactly why. To mark her way she filled both her pockets full of peas and lentils. Ashes were strewn at the entrance of the forest, and these she followed, but at every step she threw a couple of peas upon the ground.
She walked almost the whole day until she reached the middle of the forest, where it was the darkest. There stood a solitary house, which she did not like, for it looked so dark and dismal. She went inside it, but no one was within, and the most absolute stillness reigned. Suddenly a voice cried,
“Turn back, turn back, young maiden dear,
’Tis a murderer’s house you enter here!”
The maiden looked up, and saw that the voice came from a bird hanging in a cage upon the wall. Again it cried,
“Turn back, turn back, young maiden dear,
’Tis a murderer’s house you enter here!”
Then the young maiden went on farther from one room to another and walked through the whole house, but it was entirely empty and not one human being was to be found. At last she came to the cellar, and there sat an extremely aged woman, whose head shook constantly.
“Can you not tell me,” said the maiden, “if my betrothed lives here?”
“Alas, poor child,” replied the old woman, “why have you come? You are in a murderer’s den. You think you are a bride soon to be married, but you will keep your wedding with death. Look, I have been forced to put a great kettle on there with water in it. When they have you in their power, they will cut you to pieces without mercy, will cook you, and eat you, for they are eaters of human flesh. If I do not have compassion on you and save you, you are lost.”
Thereupon the old woman led her behind a great hogshead where she could not be seen.
“Be as still as a mouse,” said she, “do not make a sound, or move, or all will be over with you. At night, when the robbers are asleep, we will escape. I have long waited for an opportunity.”
Hardly had she finished speaking when the wicked crew came home. They dragged with them another young girl. They were drunk and paid no heed to her screams and lamentations. They gave her three glasses full of wine to drink, one glass of white, one glass of red, and one glass of yellow, and with this her heart burst in two. Thereupon they laid her on a table, cut her in pieces, and strewed salt on her.
The poor bride behind the cask trembled and shook, for she saw clearly what fate the robbers had destined for her.
One of them noticed a gold ring upon the little finger of the murdered girl, and as it would not come off at once, he took an axe and cut the finger off. It sprang up in the air, away over the cask and fell straight into the bride’s lap. The robber took a candle and wanted to look for it, but could not find it. Then another of them said, “Have you looked behind the great hogshead?” But the old woman cried, “Come and get something to eat, and leave off looking till the morning, the finger won’t run away from you.”
Then the robbers said, “The old woman is right,” and gave up their search. As they sat sat down to eat, the old woman poured a sleeping draught in their wine, so that they soon lay down in the cellar, and slept and snored. When the bride heard that, she came out from behind the hogshead and had to step over the sleepers, for they lay in rows upon the ground. Great was her terror lest she should waken one of them! But God helped her, and she got safely over. The old woman went up with her, opened the doors, and they hurried out of the murderers’ den with all the speed in their power. The wind had blown away the strewn ashes, but the peas and lentils had sprouted and grown up, and showed them the way in the moonlight. They walked the whole night, until in the morning they arrived at the mill. Then the maiden told her father everything exactly as it had happened.
When the day came when the wedding was to be celebrated, the bridegroom appeared at the mill as if nothing had happened. The miller had invited all his relations and friends. As they sat at the table, each was bidden to relate something. The bride sat still and said nothing. Then said the bridegroom to the bride, “Come, my darling, do you know nothing? Relate something to us like the rest.”
She replied, “Then I will relate a dream. I was walking alone through a wood. At last I came to a house, in which no living soul was, but on the wall there was a bird in a cage which cried,
’Turn back, turn back, young maiden dear,
’Tis a murderer’s house you enter here!
And this it cried once more. My darling, I only dreamt this. Then I went through all the rooms, and they were all empty, but there was something so horrible about them! At last I went down into the cellar, and there sat an old woman, whose head shook. I asked her, ‘Does my bridegroom live in this house?’ She answered, ‘Alas, poor child, you have got into a murderer’s den, your bridegroom does live here, but he will hew you in pieces, and kill you, and then he will cook you, and eat you.’ My darling, I only dreamt this. But the old woman then hid me behind a great hogshead. Scarcely was I hidden when the robbers came home, dragging a maiden with them, to whom they gave three kinds of wine to drink—white, red, and yellow—with which her heart broke in two. My darling, I only dreamt this. Thereupon they hewed her fair body in pieces upon a table and sprinkled them with salt. My darling, I only dreamt this. One of the robbers saw that there was still a ring on her little finger, and as it was hard to draw off, he took an axe and cut it off. But the finger sprang up in the air, behind the great hogshead, and fell into my lap. And there is the finger with the ring!” With these words she drew it forth and showed it to those present.
The robber, who had during this story become as pale as ashes, leapt up and wanted to escape, but the guests held him fast and delivered him over to justice. Then he and his whole troop were executed for their infamous deeds.