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The Serpent King and the Prince

A long time ago, when magic was commonplace and the fairies still lived amongst us, there was a prince of Poher who had been blessed with six healthy children. This aging nobleman was content that his lands were peaceful and that his wife and children were happy in the realm he had fought so hard to maintain; all save his only son, who seemed consumed with wanderlust and dreams of faraway places.

To indulge his boy, the prince had given him a great deal of gold and silver along with the second-best horse in his stables, with hopes that he might see a little of the world he so longed for before returning home to assume his responsibilities in Poher. Unfortunately, the young prince did not take very long to squander his coins on unfriendly cards and over-friendly women; he had even been forced to sell his horse and fine tackle to pay for his last lodging.

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Penniless and with no knowledge of a trade with which to earn a living, the young man resolved to carry on heading eastwards. One evening, he arrived, exhausted with hunger and fatigue, at a poor stone cottage that sat astride a great desolate moor; home to an old tailor and his wife. He asked for a little hospitality for the night but the lady of the house bewailed her situation and explained that they only possessed one bed and had only barley bread and buckwheat pancakes for food. The prince pleaded for pity and only the chance to sleep on the hearthstone; a request that was granted along with an invitation to share what meagre resources the old couple possessed.

The next morning the prince asked his host if he knew of some grand house in the neighbourhood where he might find work as a groom or even as a stable lad. “I know only the poor around here but within a good day’s walk there is an old castle, in the middle of a wood, and maybe you will find what you are looking for there”, replied the tailor. With this encouraging news, the prince thanked his hosts and set off in the direction shown by the tailor.

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The sun was setting as the prince arrived under the walls of the castle which the tailor had told him about. To him, it seemed uninhabited and long abandoned; weeds and brambles invaded it on all sides and even covered the towers and roofs. Finally finding a door that would open, he entered the castle’s courtyard but could neither see nor hear any sign of life. However, on entering the kitchens, he encountered, crouched on the stone of the hearth, an old woman with long dishevelled white hair and yellow teeth as long as those of a rake. “Good evening, grandmother,” he announced politely.

“Good evening, my child; what are you seeking? Come and warm yourself by these poor flames and tell me your story,” replied the old woman. So, the prince informed her of his situation and she showed herself well disposed towards him. She gave him some of her barley stew and afterwards led him to a chamber that contained a worm-eaten but serviceable bed. “Sleep there, my child and tomorrow morning I will find you work. During the night, you might hear, in the next room, some noise, which will surprise you but whatever you hear, do not open the door of this room or you will have need to repent”.

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Too tired to mull over the old woman’s curious words, the prince immediately went to bed but sleep eluded him as his senses were now too alert. From the next room, he could distinctly hear anguished moans that convinced him that some sick person must be within and likely close to death. After an hour of listening to the most piteous cries, the prince resolved to help in whatever way he could; he got up and opened the door to the adjacent room but immediately recoiled in terror at the sight of a huge coiling snake. The serpent spoke, like a man, and said to him: “Welcome, Prince of Poher! I pity you because I fear that you are to be treated here as I myself have been. You might still avoid this misfortune and save yourself, saving me too, if you do precisely as I tell you”.

The prince was dumbstruck; nothing in his life had ever prepared him for an encounter with an enormous talking snake. “Do not be afraid for you have nothing to fear from me. I only want to save you from my fate but you must act now! Go into the forest that surrounds this castle and cut a strong stick of holly or hazel there and bring it to me”, said the snake.

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Having cut and trimmed a very stout branch of hazel, the prince offered it to the snake who told him: “We have no time to lose. Put the staff through my mouth and I will coil around it as best I can. Load me on your back and carry me away from here but take care to make not a sound, lest the old witch should awaken. You must walk straight ahead until you find another castle. When you feel yourself weakening or when you are hungry or thirsty, lick the foam that I have in my mouth and immediately you will feel comforted”.

With the heavy snake loaded on his back, the prince quietly left the castle and began walking. He walked for what seemed an eternity and whenever he felt thirsty, he licked the serpent’s mouth and continued walking as before. Finally, with great difficulty, the exhausted prince arrived at the foot of a high curtain wall and once again found himself in the courtyard of a strange castle. “We are saved!” cried the snake, “Remove the staff!”

The prince withdrew his hazel staff and immediately found himself in the presence of a king rather than a serpent. “My blessing upon you, Prince of Poher,” said the king to him: “Five hundred years ago I was transformed into a serpent by an evil sorcerer. I have three daughters who live in this castle and whom the same magician also kept enchanted and asleep; in delivering me, you have also delivered them and I offer you the hand of whoever pleases you most. Here they are now, calling me, each at her bedroom window”.

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The three princesses hurried down to the courtyard and threw themselves on the king’s neck, weeping for joy; then the king said to them, showing them the prince: “Here, my children, the Prince of Poher to whom we owe our deliverance. In payment of that debt, I want one of you to agree to take him for a husband”.

“The Prince of Poher! What or where is that?” replied the two eldest girls, disdainfully.

“I, father, will gladly take him, since it is to him that you owe your deliverance,” said the king’s youngest daughter.

“Fool!” her sisters snapped back, “At least let him first show his worthiness.”

“That seems right,” responded the old king who rushed to a nearby doorway only to quickly return with a great sword in his hands. “Take this enchanted sword and the white mare that you see grazing by the oven wall. Go to Russia, the horse knows the road and will lead you there directly. While you hold the sword you can be without worry, for it has no equal in the world. When you are in a battle, in the middle of the melee, all you have to do is raise the sword in the air, saying: ‘Do your duty, my good sword!’ and immediately, it will cut down, striking of itself, whatever is in its path, except, however, what you tell it to spare.

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You will arrive in Russia at the time of a great battle; you will throw your horse in the middle of the fight and tell your sword to do its work and it will do it. Similarly, when you are out hunting, it will pursue and strike the game; all you have to do is watch.

In recognition of the great service that you will have rendered him, the Emperor of Russia will grant you the hand of his only daughter, who is of a marvellous beauty and with whom you will immediately fall in love. Your wife will betray you with one of her father’s generals and they will succeed in stealing your sword, making you quite helpless. You will be killed and your broken body minced, like meat for pâté.

Do not be afraid because, despite everything, you will one day be restored and marry the daughter of the King of Naples. Before your death, ask that they place your body in a sack and that this be put on the back of your horse, that they will set free. The horse will return home and then you will be saved, for with the wonderful water that I have, the water of life, I will resuscitate you and restore your body, as whole and as healthy as it ever was.

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As instructed, a few days later, the young prince set his horse towards Russia carrying little more than his new sword and a mind full of confused thoughts. He arrived at the height of a bloody and confusing battle, immediately throwing his horse into the fray. Miraculously, he reached what seemed the midpoint of the fighting and raised his sword with the command: “Do your duty, my good sword!” while indicating the direction to strike. As swift as a lightning bolt, the sword rushed through the enemy ranks, scattering all before it in the blink of an eye.

The Emperor of Russia, saved by such a marvellous and unexpected intervention, took the prince of Poher to his court and showered him with honours and favours. When the young prince saw the emperor’s beautiful daughter, he immediately fell in love with her and asked for her hand in marriage. Openly given, the marriage was soon arranged and duly celebrated with pomp, solemnity and riotous feasts.

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However, the new bride cared little for her husband and preferred instead a young and handsome general of her father’s armies. The prince, who had been forewarned of the path of fate, did not seem to care about his wife’s affections and spent most of his time hunting; taking so much game with his sword that everyone was astonished and many were jealous. The young general was particularly intrigued and determined to expose the witchcraft he felt certain was behind the sword’s prowess.

One evening, after a day in which the prince had taken an incredible amount of game, his wife was most effusive towards him, saying: “What a mighty hunter you are, my prince! We have never seen your equal and if you do not moderate yourself, you will destroy all the game in Russia. All of our hunters are vexed and humbled by your exploits, as much as I am proud of them. Tell me, how do you kill so many beasts every day?”

“I will tell you but you must assure me of your absolute secrecy,” replied the prince. “I have an enchanted sword and when I command: ‘Do your duty, my good sword!’, it reaches out and defeats whatever I want, whether in battle or in the hunt.”

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“I thought there was some magic there,” answered the princess who also thought to herself: ‘This is better than I hoped. The sword will be mine; I will substitute another sword for his, while he sleeps.’

By the time the sun had risen on the next morning, the substitution had been made. The prince was completely oblivious to the exchange and took the sword which he found under his pillow as his own. As was his habit, he went hunting soon after his breakfast but his sword no longer reacted to his command and, for the first time, he returned home, dejected, without having taken a single prize.

Sadness not bitterness filled the prince’s heart for he now realised that the prophecy of the serpent king was steadily unfolding. Indeed, he had barely dismounted his horse before he was seized and manacled to the stable wall. “I am not blind to this betrayal nor to its ultimate cause,” the prince said to his wife, who had appeared before him an hour or so after the sun had risen the following morning. “I will not beg for my freedom, so, you must do as you think best and I ask no favour of you, save one; if I must die then let my body rest in my own land. Cut my flesh as finely as possible, put my sad remains into a sack and load it onto my horse; she knows the way home.”

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Impressed by her husband’s noble manner, the princess described all that had been said to her lover and instructed that her husband’s death be a quick affair and that his last wishes be respected. As foreseen, the white mare carried its unusual burden directly to the court of the Serpent King but the suffocating stench that surrounded her as she entered the stables, caused all who worked there to flee in disgust.

One groom decided that the return of such a fine horse needed to be reported to the king. He was in the process of doing so when the king sprang-up and demanded: “Bring that foul-smelling sack to me immediately!” The groom did as he was bidden and brought the fetid sack to the king who quickly opened it and sprinkled a few drops of his marvellous water onto the shapeless and stinking contents. Almost at once the Prince of Poher emerged, as sound of mind and as healthy in all his limbs as he had ever been.

A few short days later, the Serpent King took the prince aside and told him that he had to return to Russia again. “This time,” he added, “you will go in the form of a beautiful white horse. I will hide a vial of my Water of Life in your left ear because you will need it. When you arrive at the emperor’s court, you will go straight to the stable. There, a young girl, who is employed to keep geese although she is of high birth, will come to your aid.

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Her name is Souillon and she will inform your former wife, who has now married her lover, of your arrival. The princess will rush to the stable and, seeing you, will say: “This must be some mischief connected to my first husband!” She will immediately issue orders to kill you and to throw your dismembered corpse into the castle’s furnace but Souillon will plead for mercy and will stroke your head with her hand. It is then that you must tell her, very softly, to take the vial that you will have in your left ear.

Now in the form of a beautiful white horse, the prince once more left for Russia. As predicted, his former wife gave the order to put him to death, to cut his body into pieces and to throw everything into a fiery furnace. However, quick-witted Souillon had already seized the vial of precious water which had been hidden in his ear and sprinkled a few drops onto the thick puddle of curdled blood left by the executioners.

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At once, a beautiful cherry tree sprang-up, bearing plump red cherries, and stretched upwards until its crown reached to the window of the princess’s bedroom. Worried by this incredible sight, the princess again feared some magic from her first husband and quickly had the cherry tree cut down and consigned to the fire. However, Souillon had managed to pick a beautiful red cherry before the flames had consumed the tree and she placed this on one of the stable’s stone window ledges before pouring a few drops of the marvellous water on it.

Immediately, a wonderful blue bird emerged, its faltering flight soon giving way to aerial acrobatics that impressed everyone with their grace and dexterity. The bird flew over the castle’s walled garden and its remarkable colour and skilful flight soon captured the attention of the princess and her husband, who happened to be walking there. “That is such a beautiful bird! Let us try to take it,” exclaimed the princess who began chasing after it. The bird seemed to enjoy the game of being chased and flew rapidly from bush to bush, never going so far as to be completely out of reach of its pursuers. In order to be able to run more freely, the princess took off her shoes while her husband removed his sword-belt: now the chase would quicken.

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However, the bird swooped in a great arc and landed on the hilt of sword and instantly transformed into a man; the Prince of Poher. He quickly seized the sword and brandished it with the command: “Do your duty, my good sword!” As fast as lightning, the magical sword fell upon the startled princess and her husband and cut off their heads.

A lady of uncommon beauty had entered the garden and slowly approached the prince who recognised her with a gracious smile. It was the youngest of the three daughters of the Serpent King or the King of Naples, who had followed him in all his trials and had become keeper of geese at the court of the Emperor of Russia in order to remain unnoticed. The young couple returned to Naples, where their marriage was soon arranged and duly celebrated with much pomp, solemnity and joyous feasting.

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This rather curious tale was first set-down from the oral tradition by the Breton poet and folklorist François-Marie Luzel in 1868 and published as part of his Fifth Report on a Mission to Lower Brittany (1873). Luzel spent over forty years researching, collecting and cataloguing the oral folk tales and legends of Lower or western Brittany. His systematic approach focused on faithfully recording the tales that he heard in Breton and translating these as accurately as possible into French: ‘without taking anything away and above all adding nothing to the versions of my storytellers.’

Luzel wrote that Breton storytellers were usually quite verbose and often liked to insert episodes from other tales into their stories in the belief that such embellishments only added further interest to their own. These literary detours were retained by Luzel when he transcribed his field notes, preferring fidelity to the source over a well-crafted composition. He accepted that the tale recounted above was somewhat confused and incomplete and likely a rather clumsy grafting together of two, once distinct, tales. Luzel collected this story from a beggar that lived just a few miles away from his childhood home and never found another version with which to compare; the tale thus remains unique to a single rural commune in the north west of Brittany.


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Enjoying life in Kalon Breizh - the Heart of Brittany.

196 thoughts on “The Serpent King and the Prince

    1. I think you are right! I am pretty sure that you could say that for most rural folk back in the days before tarmac roads and compulsory education. It’s great that some of the old stories have remained for us. 🙂
      Haha, agreed – it is always good to find a happy ending! 😁😁


    1. It is a strange one isn’t it? It seems to have most of the classic fairy tale tropes but seemingly told for the sake of the story rather than to edify the young or push a moral message. Thankfully, the giant snake was one of the ‘good guys’ – this time 😉
      Enjoy the weekend! 😊😊


    1. Many thanks! I am pleased that you enjoyed it! 🙂 Ha, yes, no double-dealing here apart from the faithless spouse but even her character does not seem painted as cruelly as you might have expected. 🙂

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    1. Thank you!! Agreed, the pace and the style seem markedly different between the adventure with the Serpent King and the quest in Russia. Makes you wonder whether we are missing an end and a beginning or something else entirely! 😉🤔

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    1. I think you are exactly right! The Russian Empire might still have been in people’s minds in rural Brittany in the 1860s but not so the Kingdom of Naples. As you said, I think these places were used to conjure up images of far-away and exotic locations. Likely, if you had heard the tale fifty years earlier, they would reference Persia and Ethiopia?

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  1. 🧳Unfortunately, the young prince did not take very long to squander his coins on unfriendly cards and over-friendly women; 🧳

    Gambling and the love of women – blame her, as your own wrong choice, yound prince

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  2. 🧳an old woman with long dishevelled white hair and yellow teeth as long as those of a rake.🧳

    How far we’ve come, many grandmothers even with silverthreaded hair have home remedies and beauty routines to make them glow even in old age.

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    1. Haha, yes although if she had taken care of her appearance, we would not have been able to immediately identify her as a witch or a fairy (the only two kinds of characters in Breton stories who are consistently described as having long hair and long teeth) 😉🙃

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      1. Absolutely, the grandmother or the old hag personality never leaves us with a good taste in the mouth. They must’ve been mainly terrible in family life, or I must assume.

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  3. 🧳“Good evening, my child; what are you seeking? Come and warm yourself by these poor flames and tell me your story,” replied the old woman. 🧳

    This is what I love about them, these grannies, they are always up for a good story.

    Oh and just for the record, you tell a good story; I am emjoying.

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      1. You are welcome. Up to this point I had a completely different impression of the grandmother.
        It’s such a pity that the story never linked back to her as to why she imprisoned the serpent. Or did I miss that link whilst reading?

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  4. 🧳she showed herself well disposed towards him🧳

    Grandmothers can fall hook line and sinker.

     🧳I will find you work.🧳

    Through the prayers of a grandmother

    🧳Too tired to mull over the old woman’s curious words🧳

    So typical, herewith the first mistake, not listening 🙄

    🧳You might still avoid this misfortune and save yourself, saving me too, if you do precisely as I tell you”🧳

    Old tricks of the snake

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  5. 🧳I thought there was some magic there,” answered the princess who also thought to herself: ‘This is better than I hoped. The sword will be mine; I will substitute another sword for his, while he sleeps.’🧳

    Oh my word, the story took on a different direction: the grandmother is a scorceress and the princess is a wolfess in sheep skin, a Delilah!!

    And here I was thinking…

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  6. 🧳A lady of uncommon beauty🧳
    Unable to form a picture, my heart then enquires, “What are the qualities of such beauty”

    A wonderful story, I’m so pleased to have read it and that it found a happy ending.
    I’m moved to say that the landscape of a Russian frontier in battle also or as in always makes a for a great read.

    The intelligence of the beautiful blue bird is memerizing as well as the captivating description in the transformation of the human from one form to another through the centuries and then coming full circle to honour this love, endowed with uncommon beauty.
    Fantastic read.

    🧳Luzel collected this story from a beggar that lived just a few miles away from his childhood home and never found another version with which to compare; the tale thus remains unique to a single rural commune in the north west of Brittany.🧳

    Who is to dispute the oral history as told through the mind and heart of a beggar!!!

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    1. Haha, I know what you mean but that is part of the charm of such tales that the storyteller or reader and imagine beauty according to their personal definitions. 😉
      You are right about the beggar! In the old days, they not only acted as unofficial newspapers bringing news and gossip from one commune to another but also carried great stories that they would share for a little food!

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      1. Ah so that’s it, thank you for your response. Actually by now one should know for whom these tales of beauty were written for. I thought a different impression would be forthcoming. 😉

        Yes they have seen so much of life living on the streets or at other people’s mercy and therefore full of stories.

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      2. Also my thinking, some of them have photographic memories, and they have the ability to repeat things verbatim.

        Earlier I couldn’t access this response 🙂

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  7. I particularly liked how the Snake King (or King of Naples) rewarded the prince with a choice of his daughters to marry…. But basically told him “You still need to prove yourself”.

    I wonder if the assigned quest was a way of getting back at whoever had turned the king into a snake in the first place…. 🤔

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    1. Haha, yes! 🙂 Funnily enough, I was tempted to change that to letting his daughters’ decide but decided against as that would be amending the original and if Luzel chose not to, then nor should I.
      It is interesting to wonder what was the purpose of his Russian mission. Yes, it is exciting but seems only there as a means of proving the prospective groom’s mettle. Perhaps that is what is was? Interestingly, it is at the point when the Serpent King offers a daughter’s hand in marriage that looks to have been one tale, with another starting/continuing in the Russian adventure. 🤔

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      1. I’m very glad you stuck with the story as it was, that way it upholds what was originally told and written. I suppose through it all, the prince learned not to be so wasteful and to seek the true value of what wealth, loyalty and love really are…. At a guess. 🙂

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  8. Such a strange, fascinating, and gripping tale, accompanied (as always) by appropriate and stunning illustrations. I have a friend who works as a professional storyteller. She says that all stories come from 7 basic plots, an interesting theory that I keep meaning to research!

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    1. Thank you! I am happy that you liked it! 🙂
      Seven basic plots? I shall have to research that one!! There is a formal system for classifying folktales which is interesting to look at but, as you might imagine, it has become very complex with so many sub-genres and tropes. The top level formulas are worth a look though if you are interested in this kind of thing. 😉

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  9. Now that’s what I call a STORY! I will be with my 13 year old granddaughter on Sunday and will let her read this; she is quite the storyteller herself and will be enthralled by its wonderful twists and turns. Thank you for sharing this amazing tale!

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    1. You are very welcome! Thank you for saying so and I am very happy that you liked it! 🙂
      If your granddaughter does read it, do let me know, one day, what she thought. It will be interesting whether today’s youth see it as too ‘lame’ or too tame! 😉
      Have a good weekend! 🙏

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      1. Absolument! I’m going to send her a copy right now so she can read it in advance of tomorrow. That will give us time to discuss it. She loves to write but like most young people she has a very busy schedule with school, clarinet lessons, swimming and fencing clubs and her writing has fallen off as a result. Hopefully this will get her creative juices flowing. Bonne soirée mon ami!


  10. The quality of the tale is in the telling. There are elements of so many tales and fables in this one. How many times must it have been embellished to help children get to sleep or to provide portent to the wayward. Thanks for sharing. Happy Saturday. Allan

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    1. Thank you Allan! That is a very valid point. All good tales need certain elements (an obstacle/enchantments/betrayal/a quests etc) and it is more than likely that folks would have competed with each other to tell the best tale or even construct one that contained a ‘greatest hits’ type package! 😉
      Enjoy your weekend! 🙂

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  11. Wowee! I certainly did enjoy this folktale! The writing and the pictures drew me into a world of mystery and magic that glues me to the screen. I sort of got worried when he got turned into a stinking gob of mincemeat— but I am happy about the happy ending. Hope you are well.

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    1. Haha, yes, that is a rather unpleasant image isn’t it? Funnily enough, as I was writing it, I could not help but think that some of the imagery of the dead was quite distasteful to us today but likely commonplace to children who helped make sausages or pate etc back then. I am very happy that you enjoyed it!!! 🙂

      All ok here, thank you. A gorgeous moon outside but also heavy rain. Hopefully, there will be a silver lining shortly! 😉 I trust all is ok with you all? 🙏


  12. Wonderful story! I was thinking as I read that we call these folk tales and fairy tales but in their strange and rambling way, with the improbability and coincidence they are like real life. Thank you.

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    1. Haha, now, I do not think that there is any better praise than that!! 🙂 🙂 Thank you – I am very happy that it captured your imagination in such a delightful way! 🙂
      Enjoy the rest of the weekend!

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  13. रोचक कथा। वाचिक परम्पराओं में भी बहुत शानदार साहित्य है। यहाँ भारत में तो 1000 साल पहले का साहित्य तो अधिकांशत: ओरल ही है। चारण और कवियों का दिया साहित्य जिसमें आगे आने वालों ने अपनी ओर से भी जोड़ा है।
    भारत में भी नागों को ले कर बहुत मिथक हैं और बहुत सी कथायें। यहाँ भी वासुकि नाग है। तक्षक है और समस्त नागों के विनाश का यज्ञ – नागदाह है! नागलोकों की सतत विजय की गाथायें हैं।
    कितना कुछ साम्य है भारत और योरोप में। आपकी पोस्टों से यह विचार पुख्ता होता है कि सारी मनुष्य जाति और सारी गाथायें एक हैं। बस थोड़े हेर फेर से; हब सब एक से हैं! 🙂
    आपकी जय हो, बंधुवर!

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    1. बहुत-बहुत धन्यवाद! मैं भाग्यशाली था कि मैं कुछ वर्षों तक भारत में रहा और आपकी लोककथाओं से प्यार करता था! 🙂
      मैं इस बात से सहमत हूं कि गहरे मानवीय स्तरों पर, हमें विभाजित करने की तुलना में हमारे साथ जुड़ने के लिए और भी बहुत कुछ है !! खुश रहो मेरे दोस्त।

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  14. Once upon a time the great story so inspiring and lovely 🙏👍🏻✍️😊 I read this full story to hear my grandchildren also 💕, they big children also all like Old stories and nicely enjoyed 😍🖖thank you so much for sharing dear friend 👏grace wishes 🙏🌹💐

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  15. I love this story ❤️

    It reminds me of a couple other stories …the children of Lir ☘️ …

    But there is another story it reminded me most of… was a merchant with 3 daughters and he was going on a trip… he asked each daughter what he could bring back from his travels for them… the first two daughters said some kind of riches – but the youngest daughter simply asked for a rose 🌹

    He easily found the riches the first two daughters asked for … but it was winter and he could not find a rose 🌹

    He found one in a beautiful garden but it belonged to a fierce lion 🦁…

    The father promised her hand in marriage to be spared

    When he returned he gave the riches to the 2 older daughters and told the youngest the story of the rose and how he had promised her hand in marriage if spared

    She agreed to uphold and protect her father and went to see the lion

    Who was actually a handsome Prince … her unselfishness and unconditional love of her father broke the lions spell – they fell in love and lived happily ever after 🙌

    Or something like that – I can’t remember all the intricate details lol – but thats the jist lol

    Funny how these fairy tales try to make you see ? But then we don’t ?

    Don’t judge what you think you see or know. 😉❤️🌹 also with other morals behind them ✌️

    Were you shared these stories as a child or come across as adult?

    Sometimes something in life will remind me of these old stories lol … and their morals lol ✌️

    I was told all these old stories as a child … either told to or read to. ❤️

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    1. I am happy that you enjoyed it! Yes, I know what you mean about the different elements in it 😉
      Your story about the riches and the rose is familiar to me but I cannot name it! 🤔 I find that is a difficulty with many of these old fairy tales as I am never 100% certain of whether some stories I have read recently, or were read as a child or even read out to me! As you said, there is an element of wonder and realisation in all these tales. I think they are often far cleverer than they might superficially seem! I guess that is the joy of storytelling and being able to say something to the audience on different levels? 😉😊

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      1. Yeah I do not know where my story is from either?

        They are very clever to tell a story and also deliver morals ❤️

        A good story teller can wield a lot of thought ❤️ and a good story has a tale to tell and that’s why they last the test of time 🕰️ ❤️

        As you tell yours – yours are from bygone eras – yet still survive and told and thought of ❤️ provoke thought and imagination

        Some stories, albeit bygone era.. can still submit to thought and how one views or takes in the story ❤️

        I love this serpent one – cause I would have been terrified by snake alone 🐍 lol … but like I always say – know what and who you deal with 😘❤️

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      2. Yeah plus they are imagination also ❤️

        Yes they do have impact ❤️… if people listen … sadly certain things disappearing – at work if I mention something too far back in time … anything before the 90’s /2000’s … no one knows what I speak of lol 😮😮

        Those old tales sometimes have truth to them? Good morals 😊

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      3. Exactly! Words fire the imagination, or at least the best ones do! 😉
        Haha really? And that is just post-Wham for goodness sakes! 🥺 Little wonder that so much gets forgotten if we limit out attention to such short periods – relatively – of time.

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      4. I am slowly catching up lol

        Yeah lol … I dunno … it’s the generation 🤷‍♀️

        But yes – in my day (lol) we knew our parents traditions, music, movies and shows … and I knew my grandparents stuff… plus obviously all my own

        It will fade – things fade sadly and become historical records of the times

        Even languages fade unless people save them

        Anything before them – they don’t know lol 🤷‍♀️

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      5. I know what you mean!I ask my kids somethings sometimes and they’ll say: ‘how would I know, that was before I was born?’ Not so much about events but things like music and movies and I just can’t figure out where they got the idea of not really bothering with older music and movies 🙄🙄

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      6. Well wasn’t until they were born before the world started revolving 😄😄

        Although I will say … sometimes I will go to watch an older movie and the video quality and cinematography is weird from way back when lol

        Not all bother me but some do lol

        Were we like that once upon a time? Lol 😮

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      7. I really do not think we were! Plenty of my friends liked ‘older’ music like 50s rock and roll or 60s bands like the Beatles.

        Ha, yes, most old movies and shows are ok but some seem so grainy when you see them now! That said, I guess I am also more grainy too 🥺

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      8. Yes… very true – as was I… I grew up with mostly my parents music and things and I always just knew my grandparents things too!

        I am also the keeper of the family history. ✌️

        Can be humorous to see sometimes – because at time might have been most awesome movie ever … but you see again as adult and is like “what was I thinking?” Lol

        Remember 16 bit Sega lol 😄❤️

        And you look back at Atari or Pong even! Lol

        OG gamer lol 😘✌️

        But you put that next to now and damn 😮 🤯

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      9. Atari! Yes! My goodness, I have not thought of that in years! Then there were those games on cassette with no graphics just key words like : pick up/drop/fight ogre/question magician haha. Thank you for that lovely blast from the past! 🙏😍😊😁

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      10. Like the movie BIG

        You are standing in the cavern of the evil wizard


        The DOS games lol

        There was also … the Oregon Trail lol

        In elementary if you were good, did all homework, got good grades and were helpful … you could go to office and play video games lol … you had to get ticket from teacher for that … I would always play Oregon Trail

        Was a DOS game – your choices would decide how went lol ❤️😘 kinda like life

        Ahhh the 80’s ❤️❤️

        Now a days the kids be like wtf is this? Lol

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      11. Yeah – that incentive stopped in elementary lol

        I would soooo love to earn time in a computer room to play video games like that again lol

        Yeah was a definite incentive … everyone would try really hard lol – everyone would be competitive to earn that lol

        Yeah now a days they would just whip out their phones lol 🙄😄

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    1. I hope that it was an easy fix and is all ok now? I had terrible troubles with mine last year and a repair that only lasted a short while. Haha, I love that descriptor of yours: “a world too sophisticated for tales like this”!! That is a lovely turn of phrase indeed! 😉😁😁


    1. Many thanks! I am pleased that you liked them! I tried hard to find an old non-Biblical painting of a big serpent but had to give it up as a bad job! Who’d have thought old paintings of snakes were so rare? 🤔😉

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