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Updated: June 2, 2025
I wonder, dear Little Fox, will you help me again?" "Yes, brother, I will help you again for you were good to me. Take hold of my tail and away we'll go." So Janko took hold of the Little Fox's tail and away they went. How far they went and how long they were gone I don't know, but it was a great distance and a long time. However they arrived without feeling in the least tired or breathless.
The youngest whose name was Janko was not as bright and clever as his brothers but he was honest and, moreover, he had a good heart and in this world a good heart, you know, is more likely to bring its owner happiness than wicked brains. "That booby!" the oldest brother would say whenever he saw Janko. And the second would snicker and repeat the ugly word, "Booby!"
The thought of Janko resurged painfully when his giant's will was left behind on the heights. How ill she would be using him her pretty delicate boy! The giant's will left behind her? Never had Helene been more mistaken. The very reverse! It went before her all day like a pillar of fire.
Great political events might be indeed maturing, but oh, how slowly, and there was always that standing danger of her "Moorish Prince" the young Wallachian student, Janko von Racowitza, the "dragon who guards my treasure," as he had once called him, and who, though betrothed to her, was the slave of her caprices, ready to sacrifice himself if she loved another better, a gentle, pliant creature Lassalle could scarcely understand, especially considering his princely blood.
And good riddance, too, I say, for they were wicked evil fellows and would only have injured Janko further if they could. When Janko told his father all the wicked things they had done, the old farmer could scarcely believe his ears. "And to think," he said, "I had been hoping the Golden Maiden would marry one of them! Mercy me! Mercy me!"
Give me the Golden Horse, O king, for if you don't give him to me I shall have to come back and try again to steal him." "But, Janko," the king said, "I can't give you the Golden Horse for nothing! But I tell you what I'll do: I will give him to you provided you get for me the Golden Maiden who has never seen the sun." With that Janko was dismissed and led out of the stable.
A gentleman does not ask his money back again from a musician. Either Janko must give you as much as I have given you, or I will strike you dead." So this struggle between ferocity and magnanimity plunged the poor trumpeter into a dilemma from which there seemed absolutely no escape. The robbers whirled their axes over his head. "Listen to me," cried Janko suddenly, "I'll tell you what we'll do.
For Janko, like the son of Cambyses, had made a practice of chewing hellebore from his youth upward, thus securing himself against the chance of being poisoned; though his own mouth thereby became so poisonous that all the women whom he kissed fainted instantly, and all the men whom he bit died.
The king frowned in thought and at last he said: "I can't give away my precious Grape-Vine for nothing, young man, but I tell you what I'll do: I'll give it to you provided you get for me the Golden Apple-Tree that bears buds, blossoms, and golden fruit every twenty-four hours." With that Janko was dismissed and turned out of the garden.
Now, when he saw himself so hotly pursued, Janko fled straight to the kopanitschar's wife, who is his sweetheart. The woman received him with open arms, made him a great feast, and they were right merry together. Wine flowed all night, and a couple of bagpipers played the music by turns. They soon got tired of playing, but Janko never tired of dancing.
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