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Turtle and his bride.
From The Brown Fairy book by Andrew Lang.
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Age Rating 6 to 8.
There was once a turtle who lived among a great many people of different
kinds, in a large camp near a big river which was born right up amongst
the snows, and flowed straight away south till it reached a sea where
the water was always hot.
There were many other turtles in the camp, and this turtle was kind and
pleasant to them all, but he did not care for any of them very much, and
felt rather lonely.
At last he built himself a hut, and filled it with skins for seats, and
made it as comfortable as any hut for miles round; and when it was quite
finished he looked about among the young women to see which of them he
should ask to be his wife.
It took him some time to make up his mind, for no turtle likes being
hurried, but at length he found one girl who seemed prettier and more
industrious than the rest, and one day he entered her home, and said:
'Will you marry me?'
The young woman was so surprised at this question that she dropped
the beaded slipper she was making, and stared at the turtle. She felt
inclined to laugh--the idea was so absurd; but she was kind-hearted and
polite, so she looked as grave as she could, and answered:
'But how are you going to provide for a family? Why, when the camp
moves, you will not even be able to keep up with the rest!'
'I can keep up with the best of them,' replied the turtle, tossing his
head. But though he was very much offended he did not let the girl see
it, and begged and, prayed her so hard to marry him that, at last, she
consented, very unwillingly.
'You will have to wait till the spring, though,' she said; 'I must make
a great many slippers and dresses for myself, as I shall not have much
This did not please the turtle; but he knew it was no use talking, so
all he answered was:
'I shall go to war and take some captives, and I shall be away several
months. And when I return I shall expect you to be ready to marry me.'
So he went back to his hut, and at once set about his preparations. The
first thing he did was to call all his relations together, and ask them
if they would come with him and make war on the people of a neighbouring
village. The turtles, who were tired of doing nothing, agreed at once,
and next day the whole tribe left the camp. The girl was standing at
the door of her hut as they passed, and laughed out loud--they moved
so slowly. Her lover, who was marching at the head, grew very angry at
this, and cried out:
'In four days from now you will be weeping instead of laughing, because
there will be hundreds of miles between you and me.'
'In four days,' replied the girl--who only promised to marry him in
order to get rid of him--'in four days you will hardly be out of sight.'
'Oh, I did not mean four days, but four YEARS,' answered the turtle,
hastily; 'whatever happens I shall be back by then.'
The army marched on, till one day, when they felt as if they must have
got half round the earth, though they were scarcely four miles from the
camp, they found a large tree lying across their path. They looked at it
with dismay, and the oldest among them put their heads together to see
what was to be done.
'Can't we manage to get past by the top?' asked one.
'Why, it would take us YEARS,' exclaimed another. 'Just look at all
those tall green branches, spreading in every direction. If once we got
entangled in THEM, we should never get out again!'
'Well then, let us go round by the bottom,' said a third.
'How are we to do that, when the roots have made a deep hole, and above
that is a high bank?' replied a fourth. 'No; the only way I can think
of, is to burn a large hole in the trunk.' And this they did, but the
trunk was very thick, and would not burn through.
'It is no use, we must give it up,' they agreed at last. 'After all,
nobody need ever know! We have been away such a long while that we
might easily have had all sorts of adventures.' And so the whole company
turned homewards again.
They took even longer to go back than they had to come, for they were
tired and footsore with their journey. When they drew near the camp
they plucked up their courage, and began to sing a war-song. At this the
villagers came flocking to see what spoils the turtles had won, but, as
they approached, each turtle seized some one by the wrist, exclaiming:
'You are our spoils; you are our prisoners!'
'Now that I have got you I will keep you,' said the leader, who had
happened to seize his betrothed.
Everybody was naturally very angry at this behaviour, and the girl most
of all, and in her secret heart she determined to have her revenge. But,
just at present, the turtles were too strong, so the prisoners had to
put on their smartest slippers and their brightest clothes, and dance a
war dance while the turtles sang. They danced so long that it seemed as
if they would never stop, till the turtle who was leading the singing
suddenly broke into a loud chant:
Whoever comes here, will die, will die!