The Birdcatcher (Serbian Folk Tale)

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Near Constantinople there lived a man who knew no other occupation but that of catching birds; his neighbours called him the birdcatcher. Some he used to sell, others served him for food, and thus he maintained himself. One day he caught a crow, and wanted to let it go, but then he had nothing to take home. “If I can”t catch anything to-day, I'll take my children the crow, that they may amuse themselves; and they have no other birds at hand.” So he intended, and so he did. His wife, on seeing the crow, said: “What mischief have you brought me? Wring the worthless thing”s neck!” The crow, on hearing that sentence, besought the birdcatcher to let her go, and promised to be always at his service. “I will bring birds to you; through me you will become prosperous.” “Even if you”re lying, it”s no great loss,” said the birdcatcher to himself, and set the crow at liberty.

On the morrow the birdcatcher went out birdcatching as usual, and the crow kept her word; she brought him two nightingales; he caught them both, and took them home. The nightingales were not long with the birdcatcher, for the grand vizier heard of them, sent for the birdcatcher, took the two nightingales from him, and placed them in the new mosque. The nightingales were able to sing sweetly and agreeably; the people collected in front of the mosque and listened to their beautiful singing; and the wonder came to the ears of the emperor. The emperor summoned the grand vizier, took the birds from him, and inquired whence he had got them. When the emperor had thought the matter over, he sent his cavasses, and they summoned the birdcatcher. “It”s no joke to go before the emperor! I know why he summons me; no half torture will be mine. I am guilty of nothing, I owe nothing; but the emperor”s will, that”s my crime!” said the birdcatcher, and went into the emperor”s presence all pale with fear.

“Birdcatcher, sirrah! are you the catcher of those nightingales which were at the new mosque.” “Padishah! both father and mother! where your slipper is, there is my face!–I am.” “Sirrah!” again said the emperor, “I wish you to find their mother; doubtless your reward will be forthcoming. But do you hear? You may be quite sure of it; if you don”t, there will be no head on your shoulders. I'm not joking.” Now the poor fellow went out of the emperor”s presence, and how he got home he didn”t know; a good two hours afterwards he came to himself and began to lament. “I'm a fool! I thought my trade led no-whither, and not to misfortune for me; but now see! To find the mother of the birds–none but a fool could imagine it–and to catch her!”

To this lamentation there was neither limit nor end. It was getting dark, and his wife summoned him to supper; just then the crow was at the window: “What”s this?” the crow asked. What are these lamentations? What”s the distress?” “Let me alone; don”t add to my torture; I'm done for owing to you!” said the birdcatcher, and told her all, what it was and how it was. “That”s easy,” answered she; “go to the emperor to-morrow, and ask for a thousand loads of wheat; then pile up the corn in one heap, and I will inform the birds that the emperor gives them a feast; they will all assemble; their mother, too, will doubtless come; the one with regard to which I give you a sign is she; bring a cage, put the two nightingales in it; the mother, seeing her two young birds, will fly up; let your snare be ready, and then we shall find and catch her.”

As the crow instructed him, so he did. The emperor gave him the corn; he feasted the birds, caught the mother of the nightingales, and took her to the emperor. He received a handsome reward, but he would gladly have gone without such reward when he remembered how many tears he had shed. The crow, too, received a reward, for she persuaded the birdcatcher to give his wife a good beating, which he did, to the satisfaction of the crow, in her presence.

Time after time, behold some of the emperor”s cavasses! “Come, the emperor summons you!” sounded from the door. “A new misfortune! a new sorrow!” thought the birdcatcher in his heart, and went before the emperor. Do you hear, sirrah? Just now I paid you a good recompense,now a greater one awaits you. I wish you to seek the mistress of those birds, otherwise, valah! bilah! your head will be in danger! Do you understand me?” At these words of the emperor the birdcatcher either could not or dared not utter a word; he shrugged his shoulders and went out of his presence. As he went home he talked to himself weeping: “I see that he is determined to destroy me, and some devil has put it into his head to torture me first.”

On arriving at home he found his crow at the window: “Has some misfortune again occurred to you?” “Don”t ask,” replied the birdcatcher; “one still blacker and more miserable!” and told her all in detail, what it was and how it was. “Don”t trouble your head much about that,” said the crow. “Be quick; ask the emperor for a boat full of all manner of wares. Then we will push off on the deep sea; when people hear that the emperor”s agent is bringing wares, the people will assemble, and that lady is sure to come; the one on which I perch is she; up anchor and off with the boat!” This the birdcatcher remembered well. What he asked of the emperor, that he gave him, and he pushed the boat over the sea; his bringing wares for sale went from mouth to mouth; people came and purchased the wares.

At last came the mistress of the birds also, and began to examine the wares; the crow perched on her shoulder; the anchor was raised, and in a short time the birdcatcher brought the boat to under the emperor”s quay. When the birdcatcher brought her before the emperor, the emperor was astounded. He didn”t know which to admire most, the birdcatcher”s cleverness or her beauty. Her beauty overpowered the emperor”s mind; he rewarded the birdcatcher handsomely, and placed the sultana in his house. “You are the dearest to me of all,” said the emperor several times to her; “if I were to banish all the sultanas, you should never go out of my seraglio.”

The birdcatcher was again in evil case. The new sultana was in a perpetual state of irritation, for it was poor luck to be obliged to be affectionate to an elderly longbeard. The emperor comforted her, and asked her what failed her, when she had everything in abundance with him. A woman”s revenge is worse than a cat”s. Not daring to tell the emperor the truth, she wanted to revenge herself on the poor birdcatcher. “Dear Padishah, I had a valuable ring on my hand when that birdcatcher deluded me into the boat, and pushed it from the shore. I began to wring my hands in distress, the ring broke, and one half fell into the sea, just where it was my hap to be. But, dear sultan, if I am a little dear to you, send that birdcatcher, let him seek that half for me, that I may unite it to this one.” “All shall be done,” said the emperor; and the cavasses soon brought the birdcatcher.

“My son,” said the emperor, “if you do not intend to lose my love and favour, hearken to me once more. At the place where you captured that lady, she broke a ring; it fell into the sea. I know that you can do so–find her that half; your reward will not fail; otherwise, you know . . . .” When the poor fellow got home, a fit of laughter seized him from distress. “I knew that the devil was teaching him how to torment and torture me before he put me to death. If hell were to open, all the devils wouldn”t find it!” “What”s the matter, friend?” said the crow. “Till now you were weeping and complaining, and now in a rage you are laughing.” He told her all–what it was, and how it was. “Don”t fret yourself,” continued the crow. “Have you given your wife a good thrashing? I wish you to give her a good hiding again, when we go down to the sea. And now come, ask the emperor for a thousand barrels of oil.” The emperor had stores of oil and felt; he gave him as much as he required. Everybody thought that he was going to trade with the oil. When he arrived at the place where he captured the young lady, the crow gave the word of command, and they poured out all the oil into the sea. The sea became violently agitated, the crow darted in, and found the missing fragment of the ring. The bird-catcher took the boat back thence under the emperor”s palace, and delivered the ring to the emperor, he passed it on to the lady, and she fitted it to the other half. Both she and the emperor were astonished at the birdcatcher”s cleverness, commended him, and sent him home with a present.

The emperor wished by every means to induce the young lady to marry him, and to have a formal wedding. She for a long time declined, but at last said: “If it is your will, I consent, but only on condition that before our wedding you “destroy that birdcatcher.” The emperor now found himself between two fires. It was agony to destroy his benefactor, it was worse agony not to he able to withstand his heart, and to give up the love of the young lady. Love is eternal, and is often stronger even than truth. He summoned the birdcatcher, commended him for having so often fulfilled his will, and told him that he deserved to sit in the grand vizier”s seat. . . . “But there is nothing else for it, but you must go home, take leave of your wife, children, and friends, of whom I will undertake the care; in the afternoon come; you must of necessity jump into the fire.”

He went home, and the crow came to meet him. He told her all that was to be done with him in the afternoon, and said to her: If you do not help me as usual now, I am done for, not through my fault, nor through the emperor”s, but owing to you.” The crow informed him what to do, but before he went, he was to give his wife a thoroughly good beating. His wife departed this life from so many blows. A fire was flaming before the great mosque, the Turks came out of the mosque, the emperor came, the people swarmed round the fire The birdcatcher came cheerfully before the emperor.

Everyone deemed him a malefactor. “Fortunate Padishah, it is your pleasure to burn me to death. I am happy to be able to be a sacrifice for you. It has occurred to my mind, I am anxious to have a ride on a good horse: permit me so to do before I jump into the fire.” The emperor smiled, and ordered his best horse to be brought for him. He mounted, and made the horse gallop well; when the horse sweated, he dismounted, anointed himself with the horse”s foam, remounted, darted up to the fire, then dismounted, and darted into the fire. The people looked on; five times, six times did he cross the flames, sprang out of the fire, and stood before the emperor as a youth of twenty years of age, sound, young, goodly, and handsome. The people cried: “Mercy, emperor! He has fulfilled his penalty.” And the emperor graciously pardoned him. The emperor now longed to become young and handsome also. He made the birdcatcher grand vizier, merely that he might tell him the secret. He said to him: “My lord, it is easy. Take a good horse, gallop about an hour as I did, dismount when the horse sweats, anoint yourself with his perspiration, jump into the fire, and you will come out such as I am.”

Friday dawned; the emperor”s best horse was saddled for him; everybody thought that he was going to the mosque. A fire was burning furiously in front of the mosque. The people said: “There”s somebody going to jump in again,” and they were under no delusion. The emperor darted up to the fire all alone, the people looked on to see what was going to happen. The emperor dismounted with great speed, and sprang into the fire. . . . The people crowded to rescue the emperor–”twas all in vain. The emperor was burned to death. “He was crazy!” shouted the chief men and soldiers. They conducted the birdcatcher into the mosque, and girt him with the emperor”s sword. Then the birdcatcher became emperor, the damsel he selected sultana, and the crow the chief lady at court.

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