sweet and happy as a
spring day. But at the end of that time the Fiddler began to wonder what
was to be seen in the castle. The queen was very fond of him, and was
glad enough to show him all the fine things that were to be seen; so
hand in hand they went everywhere, from garret to cellar.
But you should have seen how splendid it all was! The Fiddler felt more
certain than ever that it was better to be a king than to be the richest
man in the world, and he was as glad as glad could be that Ill-Luck had
brought him from the rich little old man over yonder to this.
So he saw everything in the castle but one thing. "What is behind that
door?" said he.
"Ah! that," said the queen, "you must not ask or wish to know. Should
you open that door Ill-Luck will be sure to overtake you."
"Pooh!" said the Fiddler, "I don't care to know, anyhow," and off they
went, hand in hand.
Yes, that was a very fine thing to say; but before an hour had gone
by the Fiddler's head began to hum and buzz like a beehive. "I don't
believe," said he, "there would be a grain of harm in my peeping inside
that door; all the same, I will not do it. I will just go down and peep
through the key-hole." So off he went to do as he said; but there was
no key-hole to that door, either. "Why, look!" says he, "it is just like
the door at the rich man's house over yonder; I wonder if it is the same
inside as outside," and he opened the door and peeped in. Yes; there was
the long passage and the spark of light at the far end, as though the
sun were shining. He cocked his head to one side and listened. "Yes,"
said he, "I think I hear the water rushing, but I am not sure; I will
just go a little further in and listen," and so he entered and closed
the door behind him. Well, he went on and on until--pop! there he was
out at the farther end, and before he knew what he was about he had
stepped out upon the sea-shore, just as he had done before.
Whiz! whirr! Away flew the Fiddler like a bullet, and there was Ill-Luck
carrying him by the belt again. Away they sped, over hill and valley,
over moor and mountain, until the Fiddler's head grew so dizzy that
he had to shut his eyes. Suddenly Ill-Luck let him drop, and down he
fell--thump! bump!--on the hard ground. Then he opened his eyes and sat
up, and, lo and behold! there he was, under the oak-tree whence he had
started in the first place. There lay his fiddle, just as he had left
it. He picked it up and ran his
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