Thursday, 26 May 2016

The Woman Who Wove

Then there was once upon a time a woman who sat and wove. Then she rose from the loom and then she took the bucket and went for water. When she came outside, she fell on her head—there was a big stone outside the door. Then she went to the brook for water. Then she threw the bucket in, and then there came a fish up with the bucket.

Woman at her loom

“Release me,” said the fish.

No, she would not.

“Yes, release me, and then you can wish for three things.”

Then she wished that her bucket could walk—for it was far to go for water—and the first thing she struck should break apart—she remembered the stone—and the first thing she pulled on, that should be as long as she wanted—she remembered the loom. Then she released the fish.

Then she picked up her bucket of water and put it down beside her. Then the bucket began to walk.

“Ho, ho; can my bucket walk?” she said, and struck her knee, and she struck it apart. Then she wept—and then she pulled on her nose to blow it, and then she reached around her to wipe herself, and then she pulled her nose through her bottom.


(Collected by Knut Liestøl in Bygland, Aust-Agder, from Olav Eivindsson Austad.)

No comments:

Post a Comment