'You would have slept till eternity if I had not been here to waken you,' answered the prince.And the king remembered the mountain, and the spell, and vowed to repay the service if he ever had a chance.
Further along the road which led to his old home the prince found the great tree torn up by its roots, and the king of the eagles sitting dead on the ground, with his wings outspread as if for flight.Aflutter ran through the feathers as the drops of water fell on them, and the eagle lifted his beak from the ground and said: 'Oh, how long I must have slept! How can I thank you for having awakened me, my dear, good friend!'
'You would have slept till eternity if I had not been here to waken you'; answered the prince.Then the king remembered about the tree, and knew that he had been dead, and promised, if ever he had the chance, to repay what the prince had done for him.
At last he reached the capital of his father's kingdom, but on reaching the place where the royal palace had stood, instead of the marble galleries where he used to play, there lay a great sulphur lake, its blue flames darting into the air.How was he to find his father and mother, and bring them back to life, if they were lying at the bottom of that horrible water? He turned away sadly and wandered back into the streets, hardly knowing where he was going; when a voice behind him cried: 'Stop, prince, I have caught you at last! It is a thousand years since I first began to seek you.'
And there beside him stood the old, white-bearded, figure of Death.
Swiftly he drew the ring from his finger, and the king of the eagles, the bald-headed king, and the mist-veiled queen, hastened to his rescue.In an instant they had seized upon Death and held him tight, till the prince should have time to reach the Land of Immortality.But they did not know how quickly Death could fly, and the prince had only one foot across the border, when he felt the other grasped from behind, and the voice of Death calling: 'Halt!
now you are mine.'
The Queen of the Immortals was watching from her window, and cried to Death that he had no power in her kingdom, and that he must seek his prey elsewhere.
'Quite true,' answered Death; 'but his foot is in my kingdom, and that belongs to me!'
'At any rate half of him is mine,' replied the Queen, 'and what good can the other half do you? Half a man is no use, either to you or to me! But this once I will allow you to cross into my kingdom, and we will decide by a wager whose he is.'
And so it was settled.Death stepped across the narrow line that surrounds the Land of Immortality, and the queen proposed the wager which was to decide the prince's fate.'I will throw him up into the sky,' she said, 'right to the back of the morning star, and if he falls down into this city, then he is mine.But if he should fall outside the walls, he shall belong to you.'
In the middle of the city was a great open square, and here the queen wished the wager to take place.When all was ready, she put her foot under the foot of the prince and swung him into the air.
Up, up, he went, high amongst the stars, and no man's eyes could follow him.Had she thrown him up straight? the queen wondered anxiously, for, if not, he would fall outside the walls, and she would lose him for ever.The moments seemed long while she and Death stood gazing up into the air, waiting to know whose prize the prince would be.Suddenly they both caught sight of a tiny speck no bigger than a wasp, right up in the blue.Was he coming straight? No! Yes! But as he was nearing the city, a light wind sprang up, and swayed him in the direction of the wall.Another second and he would have fallen half over it, when the queen sprang forward, seized him in her arms, and flung him into the castle.Then she commanded her servants to cast Death out of the city, which they did, with such hard blows that he never dared to show his face again in the Land of Immortality.
[From Ungarischen Volksmurchen.]
