06-the master thief-第4节

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his　finger　in　the　tap…hole　that　he　took　it　out。



‘Now　I　shall　have　ten　dollars　more！'　cried　the　old　woman

inside　the　cask；　so　he　soon　saw　what　kind　of　mead　it　was；　and　set

out　homewards。　When　he　had　gone　a　very　little　way　he　met　his

servant　bringing　him　the　horse；　for　the　Master　Thief　had　already

taken　it　home。



The　following　day　he　went　to　the　Governor　and　wanted　to　have

his　daughter　according　to　promise。　But　the　Governor　again　put

him　off　with　fine　words；　and　only　gave　him　three　hundred　dollars；

saying　that　he　must　do　one　more　masterpiece　of　skill；　and　if　he

were　but　able　to　do　that　he　should　have　her。



Well；　the　Master　Thief　thought　he　might　if　he　could　hear　what

it　was。



‘Do　you　think　you　can　steal　the　sheet　off　our　bed；　and　my　wife's

night…gown？'　said　the　Governor。



‘That　is　by　no　means　impossible；'　said　the　Master　Thief。　‘I

only　wish　I　could　get　your　daughter　as　easily。'



So　late　at　night　the　Master　Thief　went　and　cut　down　a　thief

who　was　hanging　on　the　gallows；　laid　him　on　his　own　shoulders；

and　took　him　away　with　him。　Then　he　got　hold　of　a　long　ladder；

set　it　up　against　the　Governor's　bedroom　window；　and　climbed

up　and　moved　the　dead　man's　head　up　and　down；　just　as　if　he　were

some　one　who　was　standing　outside　and　peeping　in。



‘There's　the　Master　Thief；　mother！'　said　the　Governor；　nudging

his　wife。　‘Now　I'll　just　shoot　him；　that　I　will！'



So　he　took　up　a　rifle　which　he　had　laid　at　his　bedside。



‘Oh　no；　you　must　not　do　that；'　said　his　wife；　‘you　yourself

arranged　that　he　was　to　come　here。'



‘Yes；　mother；　I　will　shoot　him；'　said　he；　and　lay　there　aiming；

and　then　aiming　again；　for　no　sooner　was　the　head　up　and　he　caught

sight　of　it　than　it　was　gone　again。　At　last　he　got　a　chance　and

fired；　and　the　dead　body　fell　with　a　loud　thud　to　the　ground；　and

down　went　the　Master　Thief　too；　as　fast　as　he　could。



‘Well；'　said　the　Governor；　‘I　certainly　am　the　chief　man　about

here；　but　people　soon　begin　to　talk；　and　it　would　be　very　unpleasant

if　they　were　to　see　this　dead　body；　the　best　thing　that　I　can　do　is

to　go　out　and　bury　him。'



‘Just　do　what　you　think　best；　father；'　said　his　wife。



So　the　Governor　got　up　and　went　downstairs；　and　as　soon　as　he

had　gone　out　through　the　door；　the　Master　Thief　stole　in　and　went

straight　upstairs　to　the　woman。



‘Well；　father　dear；'　said　she；　for　she　thought　it　was　her　husband。

‘Have　you　got　done　already？'



‘Oh　yes；　I　only　put　him　into　a　hole；'　said　he；　‘and　raked　a　little

earth　over　him；　that's　all　I　have　been　able　to　do　to…night；　for　it　is

fearful　weather　outside。　I　will　bury　him　better　afterwards；　but

just　let　me　have　the　sheet　to　wipe　myself　with；　for　he　was　bleeding；

and　I　have　got　covered　with　blood　with　carrying　him。'



So　she　gave　him　the　sheet。



‘You　will　have　to　let　me　have　your　night…gown　too；'　he　said；

‘for　I　begin　to　see　that　the　sheet　won't　be　enough。'



Then　she　gave　him　her　night…gown；　but　just　then　it　came　into

his　head　that　he　had　forgotten　to　lock　the　door；　and　he　was　forced

to　go　downstairs　and　do　it　before　he　could　lie　down　in　bed　again。

So　off　he　went　with　the　sheet；　and　the　night…gown　too。



An　hour　later　the　real　Governor　returned。



‘Well；　what　a　time　it　has　taken　to　lock　the　house　door；　father！'

said　his　wife；　‘and　what　have　you　done　with　the　sheet　and　the

night…gown？'



‘What　do　you　mean？'　asked　the　Governor。



‘Oh；　I　am　asking　you　what　you　have　done　with　the　night…gown

and　sheet　that　you　got　to　wipe　the　blood　off　yourself　with；'　said　she。



‘Good　heavens！'　said　the　Governor；　‘has　he　actually　got　the

better　of　me　again？'



When　day　came　the　Master　Thief　came　too；　and　wanted　to

have　the　Governor's　daughter　as　had　been　promised；　and　the

Governor　dared　do　no　otherwise　than　give　her　to　him；　and　much

money　besides；　for　he　feared　that　if　he　did　not　the　Master　Thief

might　steal　the　very　eyes　out　of　his　head；　and　that　he　himself　would

be　ill　spoken　of　by　all　men。　The　Master　Thief　lived　well　and　happily

from　that　time　forth；　and　whether　he　ever　stole　any　more　or　not　I

cannot　tell　you；　but　if　he　did　it　was　but　for　pastime。



＇5＇　From　P。　C。　Asbjornsen。