The Devil with the Three Golden Hairs (Brothers Grimm)

There was once a poor woman who gave birth to a little son; and because he came into
the world with a caul on, it was predicted that in his fourteenth year he would have the
King’s daughter for his wife.
It happened that soon afterward the King visited the village, and no one knew that he
was the King, and when he asked the people what news there was, they answered, « A
child has just been born with a caul on; whatever anyone so born undertakes turns out
well. It is prophesied, too, that in his fourteenth year he will have the King’s daughter
for his wife. »
The King, who had an evil heart, was angry about the prophecy; he went to the
parents, and, seeming quite friendly, said, « You poor people, let me have your child,
and I will take care of him. »
At first they refused, but then the stranger offered them a large amount of gold, and
they thought, « He is a luck-child, and everything must turn out well for him. » They at
last consented and gave him the child.
The King put the boy in a box and rode away with it until he came to a deep lake; then
he threw the box into the water and thought, « I have freed my daughter from her
unwelcome suitor. »
The box, however, did not sink but floated like a boat, and not a drop of water leaked
into it. And the box drifted to within two miles of the King’s chief city, where there was
a mill, and ran aground at the mill-dam. A miller’s boy, who by good luck was standing
there, noticed the box and pulled it out with a hook, thinking that he had found a great
treasure, but when he opened it there lay a pretty boy inside, quite fresh and lively. He
took the child to the miller and his wife, and as they had no children they were glad and
said, « God has given him to us. » They took great care of the foundling, and he grew up
in all goodness.
It happened that once in a storm, the King went into the mill, and he asked the mill-folk
if the tall youth was their son. « No, » answered they, « he’s a foundling. Fourteen years
ago he floated down to the mill-dam in a box, and the mill-boy pulled him out of the
water. »
Then the King knew that it was none other than the luck-child whom he had thrown into
the water, and he said, « My good people, could not the youth take a letter to the
Queen? I will give him two gold pieces as a reward. »
« Just as the King commands, » answered they, and they told the boy to hold himself in
readiness.
Then the King wrote a letter to the Queen, wherein he said, « As soon as the boy arrives
with this letter, let him be killed and buried, and this must be done before I come
home. »
The boy set out with this letter; but he lost his way, and in the evening came to a large
forest. In the darkness he saw a small light; he went toward it and reached a cottage.
When he went in, an old woman was sitting by the fire quite alone. She started when
she saw the boy, and said, « Whence do you come, and whither are you going? »
« I come from the mill, » he answered, « and wish to go to the Queen, to whom I am
taking a letter; but as I have lost my way in the forest I should like to stay here
overnight. »
« You poor boy, » said the woman. « You have come into a den of thieves, and when they
come home they will kill you. »
« Let them come, » said the boy. « I am not afraid; but I am so tired that I cannot go any
farther. » And he stretched himself upon a bench and fell asleep.
Soon afterward the robbers came, and angrily asked, « What strange boy is lying there? »
« Ah, » said the old woman, « it is an innocent child who became lost in the forest, and out
of pity I have let him come in; he has to take a letter to the Queen. »
The robbers opened the letter and read it, and in it was written that the boy should be
put to death the instant he arrived. Then the hard-hearted robbers felt pity, and their
leader tore up the letter and wrote another, which said that as soon as the boy came,
he should be married at once to the King’s daughter. Then they let him lie quietly on
the bench until the next morning, and when he awoke they gave him the letter and
showed him the right way.
And the Queen, when she had received the letter and read it, did as was written in it
and had a splendid wedding-feast prepared. The King’s daughter was married to the
luck-child, and as the youth was handsome and agreeable, she lived with him in joy and
contentment.
After some time the King returned to his palace and saw that the prophecy was fulfilled,
the luck-child married to his daughter. « How has that come to pass? » asked he. « I gave
quite another order in my letter. »
So the Queen gave him the letter and said that he might see for himself what was
written in it. The King read the letter and saw quite well that it had been exchanged for
the other. He asked the youth what had become of the letter entrusted to him and why
he had brought another instead of it.
« I know nothing about it, » answered he. « It must have been changed in the night, when
I slept in the forest. »
The King said in a passion, « You shall not have everything quite so much your own way;
whosoever marries my daughter must fetch me from Hell three golden hairs from the
head of the Devil; bring me what I want, and you shall keep my daughter. » In this way
the King hoped to be rid of him forever.
But the luck-child answered, « I will fetch the golden hairs, I am not afraid of the Devil. »
Thereupon he took leave of them and began his journey.
The road led him to a large town, where the watchman by the gates asked him what his
trade was and what he knew. « I know everything, » answered the luck-child.
« Then can you do us a favor, » asked the watchman, « and tell us why our marketfountain,
which once flowed with wine, has become dry and no longer gives even
water? »
« That you shall know, » answered the luck-child. « Only wait until I come back. »
Then he went farther and came to another town, and there also the gatekeeper asked
him what was his trade and what he knew. « I know everything, » answered the luckchild.
« Then can you do us a favor, » asked the gatekeeper, « and tell us why a tree in our town
which once bore golden apples now does not even put forth leaves? »
« You shall know that, » answered the luck-child. « Only wait until I come back. »
Then the youth went on and came to a wide river that he had to cross. The ferryman
asked him what his trade was and what he knew. « I know everything, » answered he.
« Then can you do me a favor, » asked the ferryman, « and tell me why I must always be
rowing backward and forward, and am never set free? »
« You shall know that, » answered the luck-child. « Only wait until I come back. »
When the youth crossed the water he found the entrance to Hell. It was black and sooty
within, and the Devil was not at home, but his grandmother was sitting in a large
armchair. « What do you want? » she asked of him, but she did not look so very wicked.
« I should like to have three golden hairs from the Devil’s head, » answered he, « else I
cannot keep my wife. »
« That is a good deal to ask for, » said she. « If the Devil comes home and finds you, it will
cost you your life; but as I pity you, I will see if I cannot help you. »
She changed him into an ant and said, « Creep into the folds of my dress, for you will be
safe there. »
« Yes, » answered he, « so far, so good; but there are three things besides that I want to
know: why a fountain which once flowed with wine has become dry, and no longer gives
even water; why a tree which once bore golden apples does not even put forth leaves;
and why a ferry-man must always be going backward and forward, and is never set
free. »
« Those are difficult questions, » answered she, « but just be silent and quiet and pay
attention to what the Devil says when I pull out the three golden hairs. »
As the evening came on, the Devil returned home. No sooner had he entered than he
noticed that the air was not pure. « I smell man’s flesh, » said he. « All is not right here. »
Then he pried into every corner and searched, but could not find anything. His
grandmother scolded him. « It has just been swept, » said she, « and everything put in
order, and now you are upsetting it again; you have always got man’s flesh in your
nose. Sit down and eat your supper. »
When he had eaten and drunk he was tired, and laid his head in his grandmother’s lap,
and before long he was fast asleep, snoring and breathing heavily. Then the old woman
took hold of a golden hair, pulled it out, and laid it down near her. « Oh! » cried the Devil.
« What are you doing? »
« I have had a bad dream, » answered the grandmother, « so I seized hold of your hair. »
« What did you dream then? » asked the Devil.
« I dreamed that a fountain in a market-place from which wine once flowed was dried
up, and not even water would flow out of it; what is the cause of it? »
« Oh! If they did but know it, » answered the Devil. « There is a toad sitting under a stone
in the well; if they killed it, the wine would flow again. »
He went to sleep again and snored until the windows shook. Then she pulled the second
hair out. « Ha! What are you doing? » cried the Devil angrily.
« Do not take it ill, » said she. « I did it in a dream. »
« What have you dreamt this time? » asked he.
« I dreamt that in a certain kingdom there stood an apple-tree which had once borne
golden apples, but now would not even bear leaves. What, think you, was the reason? »
« Oh! If they did but know, » answered the Devil. « A mouse is gnawing at the root; if they
killed this they would have golden apples again, but if it gnaws much longer the tree will
wither altogether. But leave me alone with your dreams: if you disturb me in my sleep
again I shall box your ears. »
The grandmother spoke gently to him until he fell asleep again and snored. Then she
took hold of the third golden hair and pulled it out. The Devil jumped up, roared out,
and would have treated her ill if she had not quieted him once more and asked, « Who
can help bad dreams? »
« What was the dream, then? » asked he, quite curious.
« I dreamt of a ferryman who complained that he must always ferry from one side to the
other, and is never released. What is the cause of it? »
« Ah! The fool, » answered the Devil. « When anyone comes and wants to go across, he
must put the oar in his hand, and the other man will have to ferry and he will be free. »
As the grandmother had plucked out the three golden hairs and the three questions
were answered, she let the old serpent alone, and he slept until daybreak.
When the Devil had gone out again, the old woman took the ant out of the folds of her
dress, and gave the luck-child his human shape again. « There are the three golden hairs
for you, » said she. « What the Devil said to your three questions, I suppose you heard? »
« Yes, » answered he. « I heard and will take care to remember. »
« You have what you want, » said she, « and now you can go your way. »
He thanked the old woman for helping him in his need, and left Hell well content that
everything had turned out so fortunately.
When he came to the ferryman, he was expected to give the promised answer. « Ferry
me across first, » said the luck-child, « and then I will tell you how you can be set free, »
and when he reached the opposite shore he gave him the Devil’s advice: « Next time
anyone comes, who wants to be ferried over, just put the oar in his hand. »
He went on and came to the town wherein stood the unfruitful tree, and there too the
watchman wanted an answer. So the luck-child told him what he had heard from the
Devil: « Kill the mouse which is gnawing at its root, and it will again bear golden apples. »
Then the watchman thanked him, and gave him as a reward two asses laden with gold,
which followed him.
At last he came to the town whose well was dry. He told the watchman what the Devil
had said: « A toad is in the well beneath a stone; you must find it and kill it, and the well
will again give wine in plenty. » The watchman thanked him, and also gave him two
asses laden with gold.
At last the luck-child got home to his wife, who was heartily glad to see him again, and
to hear how well he had prospered in everything. To the King he brought what he had
asked for, the Devil’s three golden hairs, and when the King saw the four asses laden
with gold he was quite content, and said, « Now all the conditions are fulfilled, and you
can keep my daughter. But tell me, dear son-in-law, where did all that gold come from?
This is tremendous wealth! »
« I was rowed across a river, » answered he, « and got it there; it lies on the shore instead
of sand. »
« Can I too fetch some of it? » asked the King; and he was quite eager about it.
« As much as you like, » answered the youth. « There is a ferryman on the river; let him
ferry you over, and you can fill your sacks on the other side. »
The greedy King set out in all haste, and when he came to the river he beckoned to the
ferryman to put him across. The ferryman came and bade him get in, and when they
got to the other shore he put the oar in his hand and sprang out. But from this time
forth the King had to ferry, as a punishment for his sins. Perhaps he is ferrying still? If
he is, it is because no one has taken the oar from him.

(adapted from Household Tales by the Brothers Grimm, translated from the German by
Margaret Hunt; original text in the public domain)