The daughter of buk ettemsuch

hen the ox fell on the ground, and the maiden shut the lattice and went away. But the prince knew that what the ox had said was true, and that she had not her equal in the whole world. And he came down from the tree, his heart burning with love.
“Why has the ogre not eaten her?”thought he. “This night I will invite him to supper in my palace and question him about the maiden, and find out if she is his wife.”
So the prince ordered a great ox to be slain and roasted whole, and two huge tanks to be made, one filled with water and the other with wine. And towards evening he called his attendants and went to the ogre`s house to wait in the courtyard till he came back from hunting. The ogre was surprised to see so many people assembled in front of his house; but he bowed politely and said, “Good morning, dear neighbours! To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? I have not offended you, I hope?”
“Oh, certainly not!” answered the prince.
“Then,” continued the ogre, “What has brought you to my house to-day for the first time?”
“We should like to have supper with you,” said the prince.
“Well, supper is ready, and you are welcome,” replied the ogre, leading the way into the house, for he had had a good day, and there was plenty of game in the bag over his shoulder.
A table was quickly prepared, and the prince had already taken his place, when he suddenly exclaimed, “After all, Buk Ettemsuch, suppose you come to supper with me?”
“Where?” asked the ogre.
“In my house. I know it is all ready.”
But it is so far off-why not stay here?”
“Oh, I will come another day; but this evening I must be your host.”
So the ogre accompanied the prince and his attendants back to the palace. After a while the prince turned to the ogre and said,
“It is as a wooer that I appear before you. I seek a wife from an honourable family.”
“But I have no daughter,” replied the ogre.
“Oh, yes you have, I saw her at the window.”
“Well, you can marry her if you wish,” said he.
So the prince`s heart was glad as he and his attendants rode back with the ogre to his house. And as they parted, the prince said to his guest, “You will not forget the bargain we have made?”
“I am not a young man, and never break my promises,” said the ogre, and went in and shut the door.
Upstairs he found the maiden, waiting till he returned to have her supper, for she did not like eating by herself.
“I have had my supper,” said the ogre, “for I have been spending the evening with the prince.”
“Where did you meet him?” asked the girl.
“Oh, we are neighbours, and grew up together, and to-night I promised that you should be his wife.”
“I don`t want to be any man`s wife,” answered she; but this was only pretence, for her heart too was glad.
Next morning early came the prince, bringing with him bridal gifts, and splendid wedding garments, to carry the maiden back to his palace.
But before he let her go the ogre called her to him, and said, “Be careful, girl, never to speak to the prince; and when he speaks to you, you must be dumb, unless he swears” by the head of Buk Ettemsuch.” Then you may speak.”
“Very well,” answered the girl.
They set out; and when they reached the palace, the prince led his bride to the room he had prepared for her, and said “Speak to me, my wife,” but she was silent; and by-and-by he left her, thinking that perhaps she was shy. The next day the same thing happened, and the next.
At last he said, “Well, if you won`t speak, I shall go and get another wife who will.” And he did.
Now when the new wife was brought to the palace the daughter of Buk Ettemsuch rose, and spoke to the ladies who had come to attend on the second bride. “Go and sit down. I will make ready the feast.” And the ladies sat down as they were told, and waited.
The maiden sat down too, and called out, “Come here, firewood,” and the firewood came. I Come here, fire,” and the fire came and kindled the wood. “Come here, pot.”
Come here, oil;” and the pot and the oil came. � Get into the pot, oil!” said she, and the oil did it. When the oil was boiling, the maiden dipped all her fingers in it, and they became ten fried fishes. I Come here, oven,” she cried next, and the oven came. `Fire, heat the oven.” And the fire heated it. When it was hot enough, the maiden, jumped in, just as she was, with her beautiful silver and gold dress, and all her jewels. In a minute or two she had turned into a snow-white loaf, that made your mouth water.
Said the loaf to the ladies, I You can eat now; do not stand so far off;” but they only stared at each other, speechless with surprise.
“What are you staring at?” asked the new bride.
At all these wonders,” replied the ladies.
“Do you call these wonders?” said she scornfully; � I can do that too,” and she jumped straight into the oven, and was burnt up in a moment.
Then they ran to the prince and said: “Come quickly, your wife is dead!”
“Bury her, then!” returned he. “But why did she do it? I am sure I said nothing to make her throw herself into the oven.”
Accordingly the burnt woman was buried, but the prince would not go to the funeral as all his thoughts were still with the wife who would not speak to him. The next night he said to her, “Dear wife, are you afraid that something dreadful will happen if you speak to me? If you still persist in being dumb, I shall be forced to get another wife.” The poor girl longed to speak, but dread of the ogre kept her silent, and the prince did as he had said, and brought a fresh bride into the palace. And when she and her ladies were seated in state, the maiden planted a sharp stake in the ground, and sat herself down comfortably on it, and began to spin.
What are you staring at so?” said the new bride to her ladies. “Do you think that is anything wonderful? Why, I can do as much myself!”
I am sure you can`t,” said they, much too surprised to be polite.
Then the maid sprang off the stake and left the room, and instantly the new wife took her place. But the sharp stake ran through, and she was dead in a moment. So they sent to the prince and said, `Come quickly, and bury your wife.”
“Bury her yourselves,” he answered. “What did she do it for? It was not by my orders that she impaled herself on the stake.”
So they buried her; and in the evening the prince came to the daughter of Buk Ettemsuch, and said to her,
Speak to me, or I shall have to take another wife.” But she was afraid to speak to him.
The following day the prince hid himself in the room and watched. And soon the maiden woke, and said to the pitcher and to the water-jug, `Quick! go down to the spring and bring me some water; I am thirsty.”
And they went. But as they were filling themselves at the spring, the water-jug knocked against the pitcher and broke off its spout. And the pitcher burst into tears, and ran to the maiden, and said: , “Mistress, beat the waterjug, for he has broken my spout!”
By the head of Buk Ettemsuch, I implore you not to beat me!”
Ah,” she replied, “if only my husband had sworn by that oath, I could have spoken to him from the beginning, and he need never have taken another wife. But now he will never say it, and he will have to go on marrying fresh ones.
And the prince, from his hiding-place, heard her words, and he jumped up and ran to her and said, I By the head of Buk Ettemsuch, speak to me.”
So she spoke to him, and they lived happily to the end of their days, because the girl kept the promise she had made to the ogre.