The Wonderful Musician
Grimm's Household Tales. Jakob Ludwig Karl Grimm. Translated by Margaret Hunt. 1884.
There was once a wonderful musician, who went quite alone through a forest and thought of all manner of things, and when nothing was left for him to think about, he said to himself, "Time is beginning to pass heavily with me here in the forest, I will fetch hither a good companion for myself." Then he took his fiddle from his back, and played so that it echoed through the trees. It was not long before a wolf came trotting through the thicket towards him. "Ah, here is a wolf coming! I have no desire for him!" said the musician; but the wolf came nearer and said to him, "Ah, dear musician, how beautifully thou dost play. I should like to learn that, too."
"It is soon learnt," the musician replied, "thou hast only to do all that I bid thee."
"Oh, musician," said the wolf, "I will obey thee as a scholar obeys his master." The musician bade him follow, and when they had gone part of the way together, they came to an old oak-tree which was hollow inside, and cleft in the middle. "Look," said the musician, "if thou wilt learn to fiddle, put thy fore paws into this crevice." The wolf obeyed, but the musician quickly picked up a stone and with one blow wedged his two paws so fast that he was forced to stay there like a prisoner. "Stay there until I come back again," said the musician, and went his way.
After a while he again said to himself, "Time is beginning to pass heavily with me here in the forest, I will fetch hither another companion," and took his fiddle and again played in the forest. It was not long before a fox came creeping through the trees towards him. "Ah, there's a fox coming!" said the musician. "I have no desire for him." The fox came up to him and said, "Oh, dear musician, how beautifully thou dost play! I should like to learn that too."
"That is soon learnt," said the musician. "Thou hast only to do everything that I bid thee."
"Oh, musician," then said the fox, "I will obey thee as a scholar obeys his master."
"Follow me," said the musician; and when they had walked a part of the way, they came to a footpath, with high bushes on both sides of it. There the musician stood still, and from one side bent a young hazel-bush down to the ground, and put his foot on the top of it, then he bent down a young tree from the other side as well, and said, "Now little fox, if thou wilt learn something, give me thy left front paw." The fox obeyed, and the musician fastened his paw to the left bough. "Little fox," said he, "now reach me thy right paw" and he tied it to the right bough. When he had examined whether they were firm enough, he let go, and the bushes sprang up again, and jerked up the little fox, so that it hung struggling in the air. "Wait there till I come back again," said the musician, and went his way.
Again he said to himself, "Time is beginning to pass heavily with me here in the forest, I will fetch hither another companion," so he took his fiddle, and the sound echoed through the forest. Then a little hare came springing towards him. "Why, a hare is coming," said the musician, "I do not want him."
"Ah, dear musician," said the hare, "how beautifully thou dost fiddle; I too, should like to learn that."
"That is soon learnt," said the musician, "thou hast only to do everything that I bid thee."
"Oh, musician," replied the little hare, "I will obey thee as a scholar obeys his master." They went a part of the way together until they came to an open space in the forest, where stood an aspen tree. The musician tied a long string round the little hare's neck, the other end of which he fastened to the tree. "Now briskly, little hare, run twenty times round the tree!" cried the musician, and the little hare obeyed, and when it had run round twenty times, it had twisted the string twenty times round the trunk of the tree, and the little hare was caught, and let it pull and tug as it liked, it only made the string cut into its tender neck. "Wait there till I come back," said the musician, and went onwards.
The wolf, in the meantime, had pushed and pulled and bitten at the stone, and had worked so long that he had set his feet at liberty and had drawn them once more out of the cleft. Full of anger and rage he hurried after the musician and wanted to tear him to pieces. When the fox saw him running, he began to lament, and cried with all his might, "Brother wolf, come to my help, the musician has betrayed me!" The wolf drew down the little tree, bit the cord in two, and freed the fox, who went with him to take revenge on the musician. They found the tied-up hare, whom likewise they delivered, and then they all sought the enemy together.
The musician had once more played his fiddle as he went on his way, and this time he had been more fortunate. The sound reached the ears of a poor wood-cutter, who instantly, whether he would or no, gave up his work and came with his hatchet under his arm to listen to the music. "At last comes the right companion," said the musician, "for I was seeking a human being, and no wild beast." And he began and played so beautifully and delightfully that the poor man stood there as if bewitched, and his heart leaped with gladness. And as he thus stood, the wolf, the fox, and the hare came up, and he saw well that they had some evil design. So he raised his glittering axe and placed himself before the musician, as if to say, "Whoso wishes to touch him let him beware, for he will have to do with me!" Then the beasts were terrified and ran back into the forest. The musician, however, played once more to the man out of gratitude, and then went onwards.
The Marvellous Musician
The Red Fairy Book (1890) by Andrew Lang
There was once upon a time a marvellous musician. One day he was wandering through a wood all by himself, thinking now of one thing, now of another, till there was nothing else left to think about. Then he said to himself:
'Time hangs very heavily on my hands when I'm all alone in the wood. I must try and find a pleasant companion.'
So he took his fiddle out, and fiddled till he woke the echoes round. After a time a wolf came through the thicket and trotted up to the musician.
'Oh! it's a Wolf, is it?' said he. 'I've not the smallest wish for his society.'
But the Wolf approached him and said:
'Oh, my dear musician, how beautifully you play! I wish you'd teach me how it's done.'
'That's easily learned,' answered the fiddler; 'you must only do exactly as I tell you.'
'Of course I will,' replied the Wolf. 'I can promise that you will find me a most apt pupil.'
So they joined company and went on their way together, and after a time they came to an old oak tree, which was hollow and had a crack in the middle of the trunk.
'Now,' said the Musician, 'if you want to learn to fiddle, here's your chance. Lay your front paws in this crack.'
The Wolf did as he was told, and the Musician quickly seized a stone, and wedged both his fore paws so firmly into the crack that he was held there, a fast prisoner.
'Wait there till I return,' said the Fiddler, and he went on his way.
After a time he said to himself again:
'Time hangs very heavily on my hands when I'm all alone in the wood; I must try and find a companion.'
So he drew out his fiddle, and fiddled away lustily. Presently a fox slunk through the trees.
'Aha I what have we here?' said the Musician. 'A fox; well, I haven't the smallest desire for his company.'
The Fox came straight up to him and said:
'My dear friend, how beautifully you play the fiddle; I would like to learn how you do it.'
'Nothing easier,' said the Musician, 'if you'll promise to do exactly as I tell you.'
'Certainly,' answered the Fox, 'you have only to say the word.'
'Well, then, follow me,' replied the Fiddler.
When they had gone a bi of the way, they came to a path with high trees on each side. Here the Musician halted, bent a stout hazel bough down to the ground from one side of the path, and put his foot on the end of it to keep it down. Then he bent a branch down from the other side and said:
'Give me your left front paw, my little Fox, if you really wish to learn how it's done.'
The Fox did as he was told, and the Musician tied his front paw to the end of one of the branches.
'Now, my friend,' he said, 'give me your right paw.'
This he bound to the other branch, and having carefully seen that his knots were all secure, he stepped off the ends of the branches, and they sprang back, leaving the poor Fox suspended in mid-air.
'Just you wait where you are till I return,' said the Musician, and he went on his way again.
Once more he said to himself:
'Time hangs heavily on my hands when I'm all alone in the wood; I must try and find another companion.'
So he took out his fiddle and played as merrily as before. This time a little hare came running up at the sound.
'Oh! here comes a hare,' said the Musician; 'I've not the smallest desire for his company.'
'How beautifully you play, dear Mr. Fiddler,' said the little Hare. 'I wish I could learn how you do it.'
'It's easily learnt,' answered the Musician; 'just do exactly as I tell you.'
'That I will,' said the Hare, 'you will find me a most attentive pupil.'
They went on a bit together, till they came to a thin part of the wood, where they found an aspen tree growing. The Musician bound a long cord round the little Hare's neck, the other end of which he fastened to the tree.
'Now, my merry little friend,' said the Musician, 'run twenty times round the tree.'
The little Hare obeyed, and when it had run twenty times round the tree, the cord had twisted itself twenty times round the trunk, so that the poor little beast was held a fast prisoner, and it might bite and tear as much as it liked, it couldn't free itself, and the cord only cut its tender neck.
'Wait there till I return,' said the Musician, and went on his way.
In the meantime the Wolf had pulled and bitten and scratched at the stone, till at last he succeeded in getting his paws out. Full of anger, he hurried after the Musician, determined when he met him to tear him to pieces. When the Fox saw him running by, he called out as loud as he could:
'Brother Wolf, come to my rescue, the Musician has deceived me too.'
The Wolf pulled the branches down, bit the cord in two, and set the Fox free. So they went on their way together, both vowing vengeance on the Musician. They found the poor imprisoned little Hare, and having set him free also, they all set out to look for their enemy.
During this time the Musician had once more played his fiddle, and had been more fortunate in the result. The sounds pierced to the ears of a poor woodman, who instantly left his work, and with his hatchet under his arm came to listen to the music.
'At last I've got a proper sort of companion,' said the Musician, 'for it was a human being I wanted all along, and not a wild animal.'
And he began playing so enchantingly that the poor man stood there as if bewitched, and his heart leapt for joy as he listened.
And as he stood thus, the Wolf and Fox and little Hare came up, and the woodman saw at once that they meant mischief. He lifted his glittering axe and placed himself in front of the Musician, as much as to say: 'If you touch a hair of his head, beware, for you will have to answer for it to me.'
Then the beasts were frightened, and they all three ran back into the wood, and the Musician played the woodman one of his best tunes, by way of thanks, and then continued his way.
Grimm.