She ran to the window, to see if the master was
not coming with his guest, but she saw no one, and went back to
the fowls and thought, one of the wings is burning. I had better
take it off and eat it. So she cut it off, ate it, and enjoyed it,
and when she had done, she thought, the other must go down too, or
else master will observe that something is missing. When the two
wings were eaten, she went and looked for her master, and did not
see him. It suddenly occurred to her, who knows. They are perhaps
not coming at all, and have turned in somewhere. Then she said,
well, Gretel, enjoy yourself, one fowl has been cut into, take
another drink, and eat it up entirely. When it is eaten you will
have some peace, why should God's good gifts be spoilt. So she ran
into the cellar again, took an enormous drink and ate up the one
chicken in great glee. When one of the chickens was swallowed
down, and still her master did not come, Gretel looked at the
other and said, where one is, the other should be likewise, the
two go together.
What's right for the one is right for the other. I
think if I were to take another draught it would do me no harm. So
she took another hearty drink, and let the second chicken follow
the first. While she was making the most of it, her master came
and cried, hurry up, Gretel, the guest is coming directly after
me. Yes, sir, I will soon serve up, answered Gretel. Meantime the
master looked to see that the table was properly laid, and took
the great knife, wherewith he was going to carve the chickens, and
sharpened it on the steps. Presently the guest came, and knocked
politely and courteously at the house-door. Gretel ran, and looked
to see who was there, and when she saw the guest, she put her
finger to her lips and said, hush. Hush. Go away as quickly as you
can, if my master catches you it will be the worse for you. He
certainly did ask you to supper, but his intention is to cut off
your two ears. Just listen how he is sharpening the knife for it.
The guest heard the sharpening, and hurried down the steps again
as fast as he could.
Gretel was not idle. She ran screaming to her
master, and cried, you have invited a fine guest. Why, Gretel,
what do you mean by that. Yes, said she, he has taken the chickens
which I was just going to serve up, off the dish, and has run away
with them. That's a nice trick, said her master, and lamented the
fine chickens. If he had but left me one, so that something
remained for me to eat. He called to him to stop, but the guest
pretended not to hear. Then he ran after him with the knife still
in his hand, crying, just one, just one, meaning that the guest
should leave him just one chicken, and not take both. The guest,
however, thought no otherwise than that he was to give up one of
his ears, and ran as if fire were burning under him, in order to
take them both home with him. |