The Jew Among Thorns
(Please note that this story reflects a
negative stereotype of Jews. Written in the 1800's, the Grimm brothers maintained
the folkloric quality of the tales, complete with the prejudices of the time. We
have reproduced this story in its entirety, and resisted the temptation to edit.)
There was once a rich man, who had a servant
who served him diligently and honestly. He was every morning the first out of bed, and the
last to go to rest at night, and whenever there was a difficult job to be done, which
nobody cared to undertake, he was always the first to set himself to it. Moreover, he
never complained, but was contented with everything and always merry. When a year was
ended, his master gave him no wages, for he said to himself, that is the cleverest way,
for I shall save something and he will not go away, but stay quietly in my service. The
servant said nothing, but did his work the second year as he had done it the first, and
when at the end of this, likewise, he received no wages, he submitted and still stayed on.
When the third year also was past, the master considered, put his hand in his pocket, but
pulled nothing out. Then at last the servant said, master, for three years I have served
you honestly, be so good as to give me what I ought to have, for I wish to leave, and look
about me a little more in the world. Yes, my good fellow, answered the old miser, you have
served me industriously, and therefore you shall be graciously rewarded. And he put his
hand into his pocket, but counted out only three farthings, saying, there, you have a
farthing for each year, that is large and liberal pay, such as you would have received
from few masters. The honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune
into his pocket, and thought, ah, now that I have my purse full, why need I trouble and
plague myself any longer with hard work. So on he went, up hill and down dale, and sang
and jumped to his heart's content. Now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a
little man stepped out, and called to him, whither away, merry brother. I see you do not
carry many cares. Why should I be sad, answered the servant, I have enough. Three years,
wages are jingling in my pocket. How much is your treasure, the dwarf asked him. How much.
Three farthings sterling, all told. Look here, said the dwarf, I am a poor needy man, give
me your three farthings, I can work no longer but you are young, and can easily earn your
bread. And as the servant had a good heart, and felt pity for the little man, he gave him
the three farthings, saying, take them in the name of heaven, I shall not be any the worse
for it. Then the little man said, as I see you have a good heart I grant you three wishes,
one for each farthing, they shall all be fulfilled. Aha, said the servant, you are one of
those who can work wonders. Well, then, if it is to be so, I wish, first, for a gun, which
shall hit everything that I aim at, secondly, for a fiddle, which when I play on it, shall
compel all who hear it to dance, thirdly, that if I ask a favor of any one he shall not be
able to refuse it. All that shall you have, said the dwarf, and put his hand into the
bush, and just imagine, there lay a fiddle and gun, all ready, just as if they had been
ordered. These he gave to the servant, and then said to him, whatever you may ask at any
time, no man in the world shall be able to deny you. Heart alive. What more can one
desire, said the servant, to himself, and went merrily onwards. Soon afterwards he met a
Jew with a long goat's beard, who was standing listening to the song of a bird which was
sitting up at the top of a tree. Good heavens, he was exclaiming, that such a small
creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If it were but mine. If only someone
would sprinkle some salt upon its tail. If that is all, said the servant, the bird shall
soon be down here. And taking aim he blew, and down fell the bird into the thorn-bushes.
Go, you rogue, he said to the Jew, and fetch the bird out for yourself. Oh, said the Jew,
leave out the rogue, my master, and I will do it at once. I will get the bird out for
myself, now that you have hit it. Then he lay down on the ground, and began to crawl into
the thicket. When he was fast among the thorns, the good servant's humor so tempted him
that he took up his fiddle and began to play. In a moment the Jew's legs began to move,
and to jump into the air, and the more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. But
the thorns tore his shabby coat from him, combed his beard, and pricked and plucked him
all over the body. Oh, dear, cried the Jew, what do I want with your fiddling. Leave the
fiddle alone master, I do not want to dance. But the servant did not listen to him, and
thought, you have fleeced people often enough, now the thorn-bushes shall do the same to
you. And he began to play over again, so that the Jew had to jump higher than ever, and
scraps of his coat were left hanging on the thorns. Oh, woe's me, cried the Jew, I will
give the gentleman whatsoever he asks if only he leaves off fiddling, a whole purseful of
gold. If you are so liberal, said the servant, I will stop my music, but this I must say
to your credit, that you dance to it so well that one must really admire it. And having
taken the purse he went his way. The Jew stood still and watched the servant quietly until
he was far off and out of sight, and then he screamed out with all his might, you
miserable musician, you beer-house fiddler. Wait till I catch you alone, I will hunt you
till the soles of your shoes fall off. You ragamuffin, just put six farthings in your
mouth, that you may be worth three halfpence. And went on abusing him as fast as he could
speak. As soon as he had refreshed himself a little in this way, and got his breath again,
he ran into the town to the justice. My lord judge, he said, I have come to make a
complaint, see how a rascal has robbed and ill-treated me on the public highway. A stone
on the ground might pity me, my clothes all torn, my body pricked and scratched, my little
all gone with my purse - good ducats, each piece better than the last, for God's sake let
the man be thrown into prison. Was it a soldier, said the judge, who cut you thus with his
sabre. Nothing of the sort, said the Jew, it was no sword that he had, but a gun hanging
at his back, and a fiddle at his neck, the wretch may easily be recognized. So the judge
sent his people out after the man, and they found the good servant, who had been going
quite slowly along, and they found, too, the purse with the money upon him. As soon as he
was taken before the judge he said, I did not touch the Jew, nor take his money, he gave
it to me of his own free will, that I might leave off fiddling because he could not bear
my music. Heaven defend us, cried the Jew, his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall.
But the judge also did not believe his tale, and said, this is a bad defence, no Jew would
do that. And because he had committed robbery on the public highway, he sentenced the good
servant to be hanged. As he was being led away the Jew again screamed after him, you
vagabond. You dog of a fiddler. Now you are going to receive your well-earned reward. The
servant walked quietly with the hangman up the ladder, but upon the last step he turned
round and said to the judge, grant me just one request before I die. Yes, if you do not
ask your life, said the judge. I do not ask for life, answered the servant, but as a last
favor let me play once more upon my fiddle. The Jew raised a great cry of, murder. Murder.
For goodness, sake do not allow it. Do not allow it. But the judge said, why should I not
let him have this short pleasure. It has been granted to him, and he shall have it.
However, he could not have refused on account of the gift which had been bestowed on the
servant. Then the Jew cried, oh. Woe's me. Tie me, tie me fast. While the good servant
took his fiddle from his neck, and made ready. As he gave the first scrape, they all began
to quiver and shake, the judge, his clerk, and the hangman and his men, and the cord fell
out of the hand of the one who was going to tie the Jew fast. At the second scrape they
all leaped up and began to dance, the judge and the Jew being the best at jumping. Soon
all who had gathered in the market-place out of curiosity were dancing with them, old and
young, fat and lean, one with another. The dogs, likewise, which had run there, got up on
their hind legs and capered about, and the longer he played, the higher sprang the
dancers, so that they knocked against each other's heads and began to shriek terribly. At
length the judge cried, quite of breath, I will give you your life if you will only stop
fiddling. The good servant thereupon had compassion, took his fiddle and hung it round his
neck again, and stepped down the ladder. Then he went up to the Jew, who was lying upon
the ground panting for breath, and said, you rascal, now confess, whence you got the
money, or I will take my fiddle and begin to play again. I stole it, I stole it, cried he,
but you have honestly earned it. So the judge had the Jew taken to the gallows and hanged
as a thief.
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