'Oh, I am not sure of that!' said the son, 'and, anyway, I will have my will for once.' And he killed all the sheep and laid them on the grass.But he cut off the head of the ram which always led the flock and had bells round its horns.This he took back to the place where they should have been feeding, for here he had noticed a high rock, with a patch of green grass in the middle and two or three thick bushes growing on the edge.Up this rock he climbed with great difficulty, and fastened the ram's head to the bushes with a cord, leaving only the tips of the horns with the bells visible.As there was a soft breeze blowing, the bushes to which the head was tied moved gently, and the bells rang.When all was done to his liking he hastened quickly back to his master.
'Where are the sheep?' asked the herdsman as the young man ran panting up the steps.
'Oh! don't speak of them,' answered he.'It is only by a miracle that I am here myself.'
'Tell me at once what has happened,' said the herdsman sternly.
The youth began to sob, and stammered out: 'I--I hardly know how to tell you! They--they--they were so--so troublesome--that I could not manage them at all.They--ran about in--in all directions, and I--I--ran after them and nearly died of fatigue.Then I heard a--a noise, which I--I thought was the wind.But--but--it was the sheep, which, be--before my very eyes, were carried straight up--up into the air.I stood watching them as if I was turned to stone, but there kept ringing in my ears the sound of the bells on the ram which led them.'
'That is nothing but a lie from beginning to end,' said the herdsman.
'No, it is as true as that there is a sun in heaven,' answered the young man.
'Then give me a proof of it,' cried his master.
'Well, come with me,' said the youth.By this time it was evening and the dusk was falling.The young man brought the herdsman to the foot of the great rock, but it was so dark you could hardly see.
Still the sound of sheep bells rang softly from above, and the herdsman knew them to be those he had hung on the horns of his ram.
'Do you hear?' asked the youth.
'Yes, I hear; you have spoken the truth, and I cannot blame you for what has happened.I must bear the loss as best as I can.'
He turned and went home, followed by the young man, who felt highly pleased with his own cleverness.
'I should not be surprised if the tasks I set you were too difficult, and that you were tired of them,' said the herdsman next morning;'but to-day I have something quite easy for you to do.You must look after forty oxen, and be sure you are very careful, for one of them has gold-tipped horns and hoofs, and the king reckons it among his greatest treasures.'
The young man drove out the oxen into the meadow, and no sooner had they got there than, like the sheep and the pigs, they began to scamper in all directions, the precious bull being the wildest of all.
As the youth stood watching them, not knowing what to do next, it came into his head that his father's cow was put out to grass at no great distance; and he forthwith made such a noise that he quite frightened the oxen, who were easily persuaded to take the path he wished.When they heard the cow lowing they galloped all the faster, and soon they all arrived at his father's house.
The old man was standing before the door of his hut when the great herd of animals dashed round a corner of the road, with his son and his own cow at their head.
'Whose cattle are these, and why are they here?' he asked; and his son told him the story.
'Take them back to your master as soon as you can,' said the old man; but the son only laughed, and said:
'No, no; they are a present to you! They will make you fat!'
For a long while the old man refused to have anything to do with such a wicked scheme; but his son talked him over in the end, and they killed the oxen as they had killed the sheep and the pigs.Last of all they came to the king's cherished ox.
The son had a rope ready to cast round its horns, and throw it to the ground, but the ox was stronger than the rope, and soon tore it in pieces.Then it dashed away to the wood, the youth following;over hedges and ditches they both went, till they reached the rocky pass which bordered the herdsman's land.Here the ox, thinking itself safe, stopped to rest, and thus gave the young man a chance to come up with it.Not knowing how to catch it, he collected all the wood he could find and made a circle of fire round the ox, who by this time had fallen asleep, and did not wake till the fire had caught its head, and it was too late for it to escape.Then the young man, who had been watching, ran home to his master.
'You have been away a long while,' said the herdsman.'Where are the cattle?'
The young man gasped, and seemed as if he was unable to speak.
At last he answered:
'It is always the same story! The oxen are--gone--gone!'
'G-g-gone?' cried the herdsman.'Scoundrel, you lie!'
'I am telling you the exact truth,' answered the young man.
'Directly we came to the meadow they grew so wild that I could not keep them together.Then the big ox broke away, and the others followed till they all disappeared down a deep hole into the earth.
It seemed to me that I heard sounds of bellowing, and I thought Irecognised the voice of the golden horned ox; but when I got to the place from which the sounds had come, I could neither see nor hear anything in the hole itself, though there were traces of a fire all round it.'
'Wretch!' cried the herdsman, when he had heard this story, 'even if you did not lie before, you are lying now.'
