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The Knights of the Fish
Once upon a time there lived an old cobbler who worked hard at his trade from morning
till night, and scarcely gave himself a moment to eat. But, industrious as he was, he could
hardly buy bread and cheese for himself and his wife, and they grew thinner and thinner
For a long while whey pretended to each other that they had no appetite, and that a few
blackberries from the hedges were a great deal nicer than a good strong bowl of soup. But
at length there came a day when the cobbler could bear it no longer, and he threw away
his last, and borrowing a rod from a neighbour he went out to fish.
Now the cobbler was as patient about fishing as he had been about cobbling. From dawn
to dark he stood on the banks of the little stream, without hooking anything better than an
eel, or a few old shoes, that even he, clever though he was, felt were not worth mending.
At length his patience began to give way, and as he undressed one night he said to
himself: 'Well, I will give it one more chance; and if I don't catch a fish to-morrow, I will
go and hang myself.'
He had not cast his line for ten minutes the next morning before he drew from the river
the most beautiful fish he had ever seen in his life. But he nearly fell into the water from
surprise, when the fish began to speak to him, in a small, squeaky voice:
'Take me back to your hut and cook me; then cut me up, and sprinkle me over with
pepper and salt. Give two of the pieces to your wife, and bury two more in the garden.'
The cobbler did not know what to make of these strange words; but he was wiser than
many people, and when he did not understand, he thought it was well to obey. His
children wanted to eat all the fish themselves, and begged their father to tell them what to
do with the pieces he had put aside; but the cobbler only laughed, and told them it was no
business of theirs. And when they were safe in bed he stole out and buried the two pieces
in the garden.
By and by two babies, exactly alike, lay in a cradle, and in the garden were two tall
plants, with two brilliant shields on the top.
Years passed away, and the babies were almost men. They were tired of living quietly at
home, being mistaken for each other by everybody they saw, and determined to set off in
different directions, to seek adventures.
So, one fine morning, the two brothers left the hut, and walked together to the place
where the great road divided. There they embraced and parted, promising that if anything
remarkable had happened to either, he would return to the cross roads and wait till his
brother came.