The Seven Ravens
HERE was once a Man who had seven sons, but never a daughter, however much he wished for one. At last, however, he had a daughter.
His joy was great, but the child was small and delicate, and, on account of its weakness, it was to be christened at home.
The Father sent one of his sons in haste to the spring to fetch some water; the other six ran with him, and because each of them wanted to be the first to draw the water, between them the pitcher fell into the brook.
There they stood and didn’t know what to do, and not one of them ventured to go home.
As they did not come back, their Father became impatient, and said: ‘Perhaps the young rascals are playing about, and have forgotten it altogether.’
He became anxious lest his little girl should die unbaptized, and in hot vexation, he cried: ‘I wish the youngsters would all turn into Ravens!’
Scarcely were the words uttered, when he heard a whirring in the air above his head, and, looking upwards, he saw seven coal-black Ravens flying away.
The parents could not undo the spell, and were very sad about the loss of their seven sons, but they consoled themselves in some measure with their dear little daughter, who soon became strong, and every day more beautiful.
For a long time she was unaware that she had had any brothers, for her parents took care not to mention it.
However, one day by chance she heard some people saying about her: ‘Oh yes, the girl ’s pretty enough; but you know she is really to blame for the misfortune to her seven brothers.’
