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06-the master thief-第4部分

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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。

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