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The Singing Bone

In a certain country there was once great lamentation over a wild boar that laid waste the farmer's fields

By Frederick L HesterPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
The Singing Bone
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In a certain country there was once great lamentation over a

wild boar that laid waste the farmer's fields, killed the cattle,

and ripped up people's bodies with his tusks. The king promised

a large reward to anyone who would free the land from this plague,

but the beast was so big and strong that no one dared to go near

the forest in which it lived. At last the king gave notice

that whosoever should capture or kill the wild boar should have

his only daughter to wife.

Now there lived in the country two brothers, sons of a poor man,

who declared themselves willing to undertake the hazardous

enterprise, the elder, who was crafty and shrewd, out of pride,

the younger, who was innocent and simple, from a kind heart.

The king said, in order that you may be the more sure of finding

the beast, you must go into the forest from opposite sides. So

the elder went in on the west side, and the younger on the east.

When the younger had gone a short way, a little man stepped

up to him. He held in his hand a black spear and said, I give

you this spear because your heart is pure and good, with this

you can boldly attack the wild boar, and it will do you no harm.

He thanked the little man, shouldered the spear, and went on

fearlessly.

Before long he saw the beast, which rushed at him, but he held

the spear towards it, and in its blind fury it ran so swiftly

against it that its heart was cloven in twain. Then he took the

monster on his back and went homewards with it to the king.

As he came out at the other side of the wood, there stood at the

entrance a house where people were making merry with wine and

dancing. His elder brother had gone in here, and, thinking that

after all the boar would not run away from him, was going to drink

until he felt brave. But when he saw his young brother coming out

of the wood laden with his booty, his envious, evil heart gave him

no peace. He called out to him, come in, dear brother, rest and

refresh yourself with a cup of wine.

The youth, who suspected no evil, went in and told him about the

good little man who had given him the spear wherewith he had slain

the boar.

The elder brother kept him there until the evening, and then they

went away together, and when in the darkness they came to a

bridge over a brook, the elder brother let the other go first, and

when he was half-way across he gave him such a blow from behind

that he fell down dead. He buried him beneath the bridge, took

the boar, and carried it to the king, pretending that he had

killed it, whereupon he obtained the king's daughter in marriage.

And when his younger brother did not come back he said, the boar

must have ripped up his body, and every one believed it.

But as nothing remains hidden from God, so this black deed also

was to come to light.

Years afterwards a shepherd was driving his herd across the

bridge, and saw lying in the sand beneath, a snow-white little

bone. He thought that it would make a good mouth-piece, so

he clambered down, picked it up, and cut out of it a mouth-piece

for his horn, but when he blew through it for the first time,

to his great astonishment, the bone began of its own accord to

sing -

ah, friend thou blowest upon my bone.

Long have I lain beside the water,

my brother slew me for the boar,

and took for his wife the king's young daughter.

What a wonderful horn, said the shepherd, it sings by itself,

I must take it to my lord the king. And when he came with it to

the king the horn again began to sing its little song. The

king understood it all, and caused the ground below the bridge

to be dug up, and then the whole skeleton of the murdered man

came to light. The wicked brother could not deny the deed, and

was sewn up in a sack and drowned. But the bones of the murdered

man were laid to rest in a beautiful tomb in the churchyard.

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About the Creator

Frederick L Hester

Success is like wine, the longer it sinks, the more fragrant it becomes.

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