The Three Crones

There were once three sisters who were all young. One was sixty-seven, another seventy-five, and the third ninety-four. Now these girls had a house with a nice little balcony, in the very middle of which was a hole for looking down on people passing along the street. The ninety-four-year-old sister, seeing a handsome young man approach, grabbed her finest scented handkerchief and sent it floating to the street just as the youth passed under the balcony. He picked it up, noticed the delightful scent, and concluded, "It can only belong to a very beautiful maiden." He walked on a way, then came back and rang the doorbell of that house. One of the three sisters answered the door, and the young man asked, "Would you please tell me if a young lady lives in this mansion, by chance?" "Yes, indeed, and not just one." "Would you do me a favor and allow me to see the one who lost this handkerchief?" "No, that is impossible. A girl can't be seen before she's married. That's the rule at our mansion." The youth was already so thrilled just imagining the girl's beauty that he said, "That's not asking a bit too much. I'll marry her sight unseen. Now I'm going to tell my mother I've found a lovely maiden whom I intend to marry." He went home and told his mother all about it. She said, "Dear son, take care and don't let those people trick you. You must think before you act." "They're not asking a bit too much. I've given my word, and a king must keep his promise," said the young man, who happened to be a king. He returned to the bride's house and rang the doorbell. The same crone answered the door, and he asked, "Are you her grandmother?" "That's right, I'm her grandmother." "Since you're her grandmother, do me a favor and show me at least a finger of the girl." "No, not now. You'll have to come back tomorrow." The youth said goodbye and left. As soon as he was gone, the crones made an artificial finger out of the finger of a glove and a false fingernail. In the meantime his eagerness to see the finger kept him awake all night long. The sun came up at last, and he dressed and ran to the house. "Madam," he said to the crone, "I've come to see my bride's finger." "Yes, yes," she replied, "right away. You'll see it through the keyhole of this door." The bride pushed the false finger through the keyhole. Bewitched by its beauty, the young man kissed the finger and slipped a diamond ring onto it. Head over heels in love by then, he said to the crone, "I must marry her forthwith, Granny; I can't wait any longer." "You can marry her tomorrow, if you like." "Perfect! I'll marry her tomorrow, on my honor as a king! " Being rich, the three old women were able to get everything ready overnight for the wedding, down to the tiniest detail. The next day the bride dressed with the help of her two little sisters. The king arrived and said, "I'm here, Granny." "Wait a minute, and we'll bring her to you." Here she came at last, arm in arm with her sisters and covered with seven veils. "Remember," said the sisters, "you may not look at her face until you are in the bridal chamber." They went to church and got married. Afterward the king wanted them all to go to dinner, but the crones would not allow it. "The bride, mind you, isn't used to such foolishness." So the king had to keep quiet. He was dying for night to come when he could be alone with the bride. The crones finally took her to her room, but made him wait outside while they undressed her and put her to bed. At last he went in and found the bride under the covers and the two old sisters still busying about the room. He undressed, and the old women went off with the lamp. But he'd brought along a candle in his pocket. He got it, lit it, and what should he see but an old withered crone streaked with wrinkles! For an instant he was speechless and paraly2ed with fright. Then in a fit of rage he seized his wife and hurled her through the window. Under the window was a vine-covered trellis. The old crone went crashing through the trellis, but the hem of her nightgown caught on a broken slat and held her dangling in the air. That night three fairies happened to be strolling through the gardens. Passing under the trellis, they spied the dangling crone. At that unexpected sight, all three fairies burst out laughing and laughed until their sides hurt. But when they had laughed their fill, one of them said, "Now that we've had such a good laugh at her expense, we must reward her." "Indeed we must," agreed another. "I will that you become the most beautiful maiden in the world." "I will," said the second fairy, "that you have the most handsome of husbands and that he love you with his whole heart." "I will," said the third fairy, "that you be a great noblelady your whole life long." At that, the fairies moved on. At dawn the king awakened and remembered everything. To make sure it wasn't just a bad dream, he opened the window in order to see the monster he'd thrown out the night before. But there on the trellis sat the loveliest of maidens! He put his hands to his head. "Goodness me, what have I done!" He had no idea how to draw her up, but finally took a sheet off the bed, threw her an end to grab hold of, then pulled her up into the room. Overjoyed to have her beside him once more, he begged her to forgive him, which she did, and they became the best of friends. In a little while a knock was heard on the door. "It must be Granny," said the king. "Come in, come in! " The old woman entered and saw in bed, in place of her ninety-four-year-old sister, the loveliest of young ladies, who said, as though nothing were amiss, "Clementine, bring me my coffee." The old crone put a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry of amazement. Pretending everything was just as it should be, she went off and got the coffee. But the minute the king left the house to attend to his business, she ran to his wife and asked, "How in the world did you become so young?" "Shhhhh!" cautioned the wife. "Lower your voice, please! Just wait until you hear what I did! I had myself planed! " "Planed! Planed? Who did it for you? I'm going to get planed too." "The carpenter!" The old woman went running to the carpenter's shop lickety-split. "Carpenter, will you give me a good planing?" "Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed the carpenter. "You're already dead-wood, but if I plane you, you'll go to kingdom come." "Don't give it a thought." "What do you mean, not give it a thought? After I've killed you, what then?" "Don't worry, I tell you. Here's a thaler." When he heard "thaler," the carpenter changed his mind. He took the money and said, "Lie down here on my workbench, and I'll plane you all you like," and he proceeded to plane a jaw. The crone let out a scream. "Now, now! If you scream, we won't get a thing done." She rolled over, and the carpenter planed the other jaw. The old crone screamed no more: she was dead as dead can be. Nothing more was ever heard of the other crone. Whether she drowned, had her throat slit, died in bed or elsewhere, no one knows. The bride was the only one left in the house with the young king, and they lived happily ever after.