In a certain mill lived an old miller who had neither wife nor child, and three apprentices served under him. As they had been with him several years, he one day said to them, “I am old, and want to sit in the chimney-corner, go out, and whichever obrings me the best horse home, I will give the mill to him, and in return for it he shall take care of me till my death.”
The third of the boys was, however, the drudge, who was looked on as foolish by the others; they begrudged the mill to him, and afterwards he would not have it. Then all three went out together, and when they came to the village, the two said to stupid Hans, “You mayst just as well stay here, because as long as you live ypu will never get a horse.”
Hans, however, went with them, and when it was night they came to a cave in which they lay down to sleep. The two sharp ones waited until Hans had fallen asleep, then they got up, and went away leaving him where he was. And they thought they had done a very clever thing, but it was certain to turn out poorly for them. When the sun arose, and Hans woke up, he was lying in a deep cavern. He looked around on every side and exclaimed, “Oh, heavens, where am I?”
Then he got up and climbed out of the cave, went into the forest, and thought, “Here I am quite alone and deserted, how shall I get a horse now?” Whilst he was thus walking full of thought, he met a small tabby-cat which said quite kindly, “Hans, where are you going?”
“Sadly, you cannot help me.”
“I know what you desire,” said the cat. “You wish to have a beautiful horse. Come with me, and be my faithful servant for seven years, and then I will give you one more beautiful than any you have ever seen in your whole life.”
“Well, this is a wonderful cat!” thought Hans, “but I am determined to see if she is telling the truth.” So she took him with her into her enchanted castle, where there were nothing but cats who were her servants. They leapt nimbly upstairs and downstairs, and were merry and happy. In the evening when they sat down to dinner, three of them had to make music. One played the bassoon, the other the fiddle, and the third put the trumpet to his lips, and blew out his cheeks as much as he possibly could. When they had dined, the table was carried away, and the cat said, “Now, Hans, come and dance with me.”
“No,” said he, “I won’t dance with a pussy cat. I have never done that yet.”
“Then take him to bed,” said she to the cats. So one of them helped him to his bed-room, one pulled his shoes off, one his stockings, and at last one of them blew out the candle. Next morning they returned and helped him out of bed, one put his stockings on for him, one tied his garters, one brought his shoes, one washed him, and one dried his face with her tail.
“That feels very soft!” said Hans. He, however, had to serve the cat, and chop some wood every day, and to do that he had an axe made of silver, and his saw was made of silver and the mallet was made of copper. So he chopped the wood well; stayed there in the house and had good meat and drink, but never saw any one but the tabby-cat and her servants. Once she said to him, “Go and mow my meadow, and dry the grass,” and gave him a scythe of silver, and a whetstone of gold, but asked him to return them carefully.
So Hans went out, and did what she asked and when he had finished the work, he carried the scythe, whetstone, and hay to the house, and asked if it was time for his reward. “No,” said the cat, “you must first do something more for me, there is silver wood of silver, as well as an axe made of wood and everything needed to build me a small house.”
Then Hans built the small house, and said that he had now done everything, and still he had no horse. Nevertheless, the seven years had gone by with him as if they were six months. The cat asked him if he would like to see her horses?
“Yes,” said Hans. Then she opened the door of the small house, and when she had opened it, there stood twelve horses,—such horses, so bright and shining, that his heart rejoiced at the sight of them. And now she gave him to eat and to drink, and said, “Go home, I will not give my horse away tio you today; but in three days I will come and bring it.”
So Hans set out, and she showed him the way to the mill. She had, however, never once given him a new coat, and he had been obliged to keep on his dirty old shirt, which he had brought with him, and which had become too small for him over the seven years. When he reached home, the two other apprentices were there again as well, and each of them certainly had brought a horse with him, but one of them was a blind one, and the other lame. They asked Hans where his horse was? “It will follow me in three days.”
Then they laughed and said, “Indeed, stupid Hans, where will you get a horse? It will be a fine one!” Hans went into the parlour, but the miller said he should not sit down to eat at the table, for he was so ragged and torn, that they would all be ashamed of him if any one came in. So they gave him a bit of food outside, and at night, when they went to sleep, the two others would not let him use a bed, and at last he was forced to creep into the goose-house, and lie down on a bit of straw.
In the morning, the three days had passed, and a coach came with six horses and they shone so bright that it was delightful to see them!—and a servant brought a seventh as well, which was for the poor miller’s boy. And a magnificent princess came from the coach and went into the mill, and this princess was the little tabby-cat poor Hans had served for seven years. She asked the miller where the miller’s boy and drudge was?
Then the miller said, “We cannot have him here in the mill, for he is so ragged; he is lying in the goose-house.” Then the King’s daughter said that they were to bring him immediately. So they brought him out, and he had to hold his little shirt together to cover himself. The servants unpacked splendid clothes, and washed him and dressed him, and when that was done, no King could have looked more handsome.
Then the maiden asked to see the horses which the other apprentices had brought home with them, and one of them was blind and the other lame. So she ordered the servant to bring the seventh horse, and when the miller saw it, he said that such a horse had never been in his yard. “And that is for the third miller’s-boy,” she said.
“Then he must have the mill,” said the miller, but the King’s daughter said that the horse was there, and that he was to keep his mill as well, and took her faithful Hans and set him in the coach, and drove away with him. They first drove to the little house which he had built with the silver tools, and he saw it was a great castle, and everything inside it made of silver and gold; and then she married him, and he was rich, so rich that he had enough for all the rest of his life. After this, let no one say that any one who is silly can never become an important person.