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At the edge of the wood, they lived an old man, who had only one son.
And one day he called the boy to him and said he wanted some corn ground, but the youth
must be sure never to enter any mill where the miller was beardless.
The boy took the corn and set out, and before he had gone very far he saw a large mill
in front of him, with a beardless man standing in the doorway.
Good greeting, beardless one!
Right here.
Good greeting, sonny.
Reply the man.
Could I grind something here?
Yes, certainly.
I'll finish what I am doing, and then you can grind as long as you like.
But suddenly the boy remembered what his father had told him and bade farewell to the man,
and went further down the river till he came to another mill, not knowing that as soon
as his back was turned, the beardless man had picked up a bag of corn and run hastily
to the same mill before him.
When the boy reached the second mill and saw a second beardless man sitting there, he did
not stop and walked on till he came to a third mill.
But this time also the beardless man had been too clever for him and had arrived first
by another road.
When it happened the fourth time the boy grew cross and said to himself, it is no good
going on, there seems to be a beardless man in every mill, and he took his sack from his
back and made up his mind to grind his corn where he was.
The beardless man finished grinding his own corn, and when he had done he said to the boy
who was beginning to grind his, suppose sonny will make a cake of what you have there.
Now the boy had been rather uneasy when he recollected his father's words, but he
thought to himself, what is done cannot be undone, and answered very well so let it be.
Then the beardless one got up through the flower into the tub and made a hole in the middle,
telling the boy to fetch them water from the river in his two hands to mix the cake.
When the cake was ready for baking they put it on the fire and covered it with hot ashes
till it was cooked through.
Then they leaned it up against the wall, for it was too big to go into a cupboard, and
the beardless one said to the boy, look here sonny if we share this cake we shall neither
of us have enough.
Let us see who can tell the biggest lie, and the one who lies the best shall have the
whole cake.
The boy not knowing what else to do answered, alright you begin.
So the beardless one began to lie with all his might, and when he was tired of inventing
new lies the boy said to him, my good fellow if that is all you can do, it is not much.
Listen to me and I will tell you a true story.
In my youth, when I was an old man, we had a quantity of beehives, every morning when
I got up I counted them over, and it was quite easy to number the bees, but I never could
reckon the hives properly.
One day, as I was counting the bees, I discovered that my best bee was missing, and without losing
the moment I settled a cock and went out to look for him.
I traced him as far as the shore and knew that he had crossed the sea and that I must follow.
When I had reached the other side I found a man had hardest my bee to apply, and with
his help was sewing millet seed.
What is my bee, I shouted, where did you get him from?
Waller replied the man, if you yours, taken.
And he not only gave me back my bee, but a sack of millet seed into the bargain because
he had made use of my bee.
Then I put the bag on my shoulders, took the saddle from the cock, and placed it on the
back of the bee, which I mounted, leading the cock by a string so that he should have
a rest.
As we were flying home over the sea, one of the strings that held the bag of millet
broken to, and the sack dropped straight into the ocean.
It was quite lost, of course, and there was no use thinking about it, and by the time
we were safe back again night had come.
I then got down from my bee and let him loose that he might get his supper, gave the
cock some hay, and went to sleep myself.
But when I awoke with the sun, what a scene met my eyes, during the night wolves had come
and eaten my bee, and honey lay ankle deep in the valley and knee deep on the hills.
Then I began to consider how I could best collect some to take home with me.
Now it happened that I had with me a small hatch, and this I took to the wood, hoping
to meet some animal which I could kill, whose skin I might turn into a bag.
As I entered the forest, I saw two row deer hopping on one foot, so I slung them with
a single blow and made three bags from their skins, all of which I filled with honey and
placed on the back of the cock.
At length I reached home, where I was told that my father had just been born, and that
I must go at once to fetch some holy water to sprinkle him with.
As I went, I turned over in my mind if there was no way for me to get back my millet
seed, which had dropped into the sea, and when I had arrived at the place with the holy
water, I saw the seed had fallen unfruitful soil, and was growing before my eyes, and
more than that it was even cut by an invisible hand and made into a cake.
So I took the cake as well as the holy water, and was flying back with them over the sea,
where there fell a great rain, and the sea was swollen and swept away my millet cake.
Ah, how best I was at its loss when I was safe on earth again?
Suddenly I remembered that my hair was very long, if I stood it touched the ground, although
if I was sitting it only reached my ears.
I seized the knife and cut off a large lock, which I played it together, and when night
came tied it into a knot, and prepared to use it for a pillow.
But what was I to do for a fire?
A tender box I had, but no wood.
Then it occurred to me that I had stuck a needle in my clothes, so I took the needle and
split it in pieces, and lit it, then laid myself down by the fire and went to sleep.
But it luck still pursued me, while I was sleeping a spark from the fire lighted on the
hair, which was burnt up in a moment.
And to spare I threw myself on the ground, and instantly sank in it as far as my waist.
I struggled to get out, but only fell in further, so I ran to the house, seized a spade,
dove myself out, and took home the holy water.
On the way I noticed that the right fields were full of reapers, and suddenly the air
became so frightfully hot that the men dropped down in a faint.
Then I called to them.
Why don't you bring out our mare, which is as tall as two days, and as broad as half
a day, and make a shade for yourselves?
My father heard what I said and jumped quickly on the mare, and the reapers worked with
a will in the shadow, while I snatched up a wooden pale to bring them some water to drink.
When I got to the well, everything was frozen hard, so in order to draw some water I had
to take off my head and break the ice with it.
As I drew near them, carrying the water, the reapers all cried out, Why, what has become
of your head?
I put up my hand and discovered that I really had no head, and that I must have left it
in the well.
I ran back to look for it, but found that meanwhile a fox, which was passing by, had pulled
my head out of the water and was tearing at my brains.
I stole cautiously up to him, and gave him such a kick that he uttered a loud scream,
and let fall apartment on which was written, the cake is mine, and the beardless one goes
empty handed.
With these words, the boy rose, took the cake and went home, while the beardless one remained
to swallow his disappointment, and of the finest liar in the world.
