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Story 21: The Frog King or Iron Heinrich

This is Not A Book For Kids Faint of Heart or Queasy. You've been warned. This is an extreme harsh language is present in this book chapter script, Skylights- Lumna10.

In Old Times, when wishing still helped, there lived a king, whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that even the sun, who had seen many things, was filled with wonder every time he shone upon her face. Not far from the king's palace there was a great, dark forest, and under an old lime tree in the forest there was a spring. When the weather was hot, the princess went out to the forest and sat near the edge of the cool spring. And when time hung heavy on her hands, she took a golden ball, threw it into the air and caught it. It was her favorite plaything.
One day it so happened that when she held out her hand to catch the golden ball passed it by, fell to the ground, and rolled straight into the water. The princess followed the ball with her eyes, but it disappeared, and the spring was deep, so deep that you couldn't see the bottom. She began to cry; she cried louder and louder, she was inconsolable.
And as she was lamenting, someone called out to her. "What's the matter, Princess? Why, to hear you wailing even a stone would take pity."

She looked to see where the voice came from, there was nothing but a frog stretching his thick ugly head out of the water. "Oh, is it you, you old splasher?" said she; "I'm crying because my golden ball has fallen into the spring."
"Stop crying," said the frog. "I believe I can help you, but what will you give me if I bring you your plaything?"

"Anything you like, dear frog," she said. "My clothes, my beads, my jewels, even the golden crown I'm wearing." The frog replied: "I don't want your clothes, your beads and jewels, or your golden crown. But if you will love me, if you will let me be your companion and playmate, and sit at your table and eat from your golden plate, and drink from your golden cup and sleep in your bed, if you promise me that., I'll go down and fetch you your golden ball." "Oh yes," she said, "I promise you anything you want, if only you'll bring me my ball." But she thought: "What nonsense that silly frog talks; he lives in the water with other frogs and croaks; how can he be a companion to anybody?"
Once the frog had her promise, he put his head down and dived, and in a little while he came swimming back to the surface. He had her golden ball in his mouth and he tossed it onto the grass. When she saw her beautiful plaything, the princess was very happy. She picked it up and ran off with it. "Wait, wait," cried the frog. "Take me with you, I can't run like you." He croaked and he croaked at the top of his lungs, but it did him no good. The princess didn't listen. She hurried home and soon forgot the poor frog. There was nothing he could do but go back down into his spring again.
The next day when she had seated herself at table with the King and all the courtiers, and was eating from her little golden plate, something came creeping splish splash, splish splash, up the marble staircase, and when it had got to the top, it knocked at the door and cried, "Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me." She ran to see who was outside, but when she opened the door, there sat the frog in front of it. Then she slammed the door to, in great haste, sat down to dinner again, and was quite frightened. The King saw plainly that her heart was beating violently, and said, "My child, what art thou so afraid of? Is there per chance a giant outside who wants to carry thee away?" "Ah, no," replied she. "It is no giant but a disgusting frog."
"What does a frog want with thee?" "Ah, dear father, yesterday as I was in the forest sitting by the spring, playing, my golden ball fell into the water. And because I cried so, the frog brought it out again for me, and because he so insisted, I promised him he should be my companion, but I never thought he would be able to come out of his water! And now he is outside there, and wants to come in to me."
In the meantime it knocked a second time, and cried out:

"Princess, youngest Princess,
Let me in.
Don't you remember what
You promised yesterday
By the cool spring?
Princess, youngest princess,
Let me in."

The king said, "When you make a promise, you must keep it; just go and let him in."

She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped in, then followed her up to close at her heels. There he sat and cried out, "Lift me up next to you."

She didn't know what to do, but the king ordered her to obey. Once the frog was the chair, he wanted to be on the table, he said, "Now push your golden plate closer, so we can eat together."

She did as he asked, but anyone could see that she wasn't happy about it. The frog enjoyed his meal, but almost every bite stuck in the princess's throat. Finally he said, "I have eaten all I want and am tired, so carry me to your room and prepare your silken bed. Then we'll lie down and sleep

The princess began to cry. She was afraid of the cold frog; she didn't dare to touch and now he wanted to sleep in her lovely clean bed.

But the king grew angry and said: "He helped you when you were in trouble and you mustn't despise him now."

Then she picked him up between thumb and forefinger, carried him upstairs, and put him down in a corner. But when she lay down in the bed, he came crawling over and said, "I'm tired, and I want to sleep as much as you do; pick me up or I'll tell your father."

At that she grew very angry, picked him up and threw him against the wall with all her might. "Now you'll get your rest, you nasty frog!"

But when he fell to the floor, he wasn't a frog any longer, but a king's son with beautiful smiling eyes. At her father's bidding, he became her dear companion and husband. He told her that a wicked witch, had put a spell on him and that no one but she alone could have freed him from the spring, and that they would go to his kingdom together the next day. Then they fell asleep and in the morning, just as the sun was waking them up, a carriage pulled up, drawn by eight horses. They had white ostrich feathers on their heads and were outfitted with chains of gold. At the rear stood the young king's servant, faithful Heinrich. Faithful Heinrich had been so saddened by his master's transformation into a frog that he had had to place three iron bands around his heart to keep it from bursting with grief and sadness. The carriage had come to take the king back to his kingdom. Faithful Heinrich lifted them both inside and sat back down again in the back, overjoyed that his master had been set free. After they had gone a bit of the way, the prince heard a crack from behind, as though something had broken.

He turned around and said, "Heinrich, the carriage is falling apart."

"No, master, it's only an iron ring.
I had it forged around my heart
For fear that it would break in two
When, struck by cruel magic, you
Were turned to a frog in a forest spring.

Once again and yet once again, the cracking was heard, and each time the king's son thought the carriage was falling to pieces, but it was only the bands snapping and falling away from faithful Heinrich's heart, because his master had been set free and was happy.