Fairy Tale of the Month: July 2013 The Riddle – Part One

Riddle Raven RackhamArthur Rackham

A Merry Jaunt

The river Isis flows toward us as Duckworth and I row close to the riverbank to avoid the current, making our way upstream. Our destination? A particular meadow with some ancient beech trees, for a picnic. Thalia sits in the bow, glowing, equipped with a parasol to protect her and the picnic basket from the summer sun.

“Are you familiar with The Riddle?” I ask Duckworth as we labor.

“What riddle?”

The Riddle.”

“You mean, then, the riddle of the Sphinx.”

“No, no, the Grimm story, The Riddle.”

“Oh. No, not at all.”

“Thalia and I read it last night.” I tell him the bones of the story to pass the time as we rhythmically dip our oars in the water.

A prince and his servant take shelter one night in the house of a witch. In the morning, as they saddle up to leave, the witch offers them a parting drink. Warned against her evil nature, the prince departs, but the servant is not as quick. The drink offered is so foul with poison the glass shatters, spilling onto the servant’s horse, killing it instantly.

The servant runs off to the prince to tell him what happened, and they return for the saddle and bridle. A raven has already begun to eat the horse. The servant kills the raven to serve as their evening meal.

The end of the day finds them in a den of thieves, who plan to kill and rob the travelers, but not until the would-be culprits have had their supper, which includes the purloined raven. Unbeknownst to everyone, the raven is infected with the poison that killed the horse. The twelve robbers meet their sorry end.

The prince’s next dilemma is to fall in love with the princess who will marry no man but the one who can pose a riddle she cannot guess (mandatory beheading included). The prince offers, “Who killed none and yet killed twelve.”

Knowing she has met her match, that evening she sends her maid, then her chambermaid, then goes herself, to see if she can get the prince to talk in his sleep. In each case the women escape, slipping out of their robes to do so. However, the princess escapes with the answer.

The next morning she declares she knows the answer, but the prince proves he gave her the answer by producing the three robes snatched from her and her servants in his bedchamber. The princess’ robe is taken, and embroidered with gold and silver to serve as her wedding mantle.

“A catchy ending,” said Duckworth, “if you will excuse the pun.”

Thalia groaned.

“I take it,” he continued, “the raven is the answer, the twelve being the robbers who died from eating it.”

“Quite right.” I ported my oars as we reached the meadow.

“It does remind me of another riddle.” Duckworth leapt to the bank and pulled us up onto the river pebbles. “Why is a raven like a writing desk?”

I’ll have to think about that one awhile.

Fairy Tale of the Month: July 2013 The Riddle – Part Two

Riddle HJ Ford H J Ford

More to the Story

If I ran across a fairy tale without a variant, I’d doubt its credentials. As yet, that has not happened. For The Riddle I know of two. I find these variants particularly interesting.  Neither of them ends where The Riddle ends. They go on to more adventure, or to make a point.

In The Ridere of Riddles, the Scottish form of the story, the travelers are half-brother princes fleeing the mother of the youngest, she trying to poison the eldest son. The numbers are different: two poisoned horses, twelve dead ravens, twenty-four robbers eat poison raven pie, and the riddle is consequently longer. Twelve maidens try to seduce the answer out of the brothers, but are themselves seduced by the younger.

In this tale, the eldest marries the princess, and the younger returns home. Time passes. The eldest achieves fame by defeating three giants and earns the name “Hero of the White Shield.” The younger, not knowing him by that title, challenges the “Hero of the White Shield” as a point of honor. After fighting for two days, the realization comes that they are of the same blood, and a happy reunion follows. Then as the younger leaves, he sees twelve striking lads, all half-brothers, playing at “shinny.”

When the younger joins in the game, he finds he has fathered the lads by the twelve maidens he seduced earlier in the story. He collects them all and returns home, now with multiple wives and sons. (Revisit Silver Tree and Gold Tree concerning multiple wives in Scottish tales.)

The second variant, my favorite of the two, is The Boy in White Silk, a Danish tale. The protagonist, a simple farm boy named Hans, sets out on his life journey. In his first act, he pays the unsettled debts of a deceased man, allowing the corpse a decent burial. Immediately afterward, a boy dressed in white silk joins him, leading Hans into bizarre adventures with a dead horse, dead ravens, and dead robbers to the poor farm boy’s increasing distress. Nonetheless, they agree to share their fortune equally.

Further adventures lengthen the riddle even beyond the Scottish version. By a similar process as in the other stories, Hans marries the princess and gets half the kingdom. The boy in white silk shares in the good fortune.

One day the boy decides to go away and wants his half of the fortune, which includes half of Hans’ five offspring. Five being an odd number, the boy cuts one of the children in half. Hans is in despair. The boy relents and puts the child back together, returning it to life. Hans is ecstatic.

The boy in white silk reveals himself to be an angel sent to reward Hans for paying the corpse’s debt. As despairing as Hans was, so was the corpse. As happy as Hans now is, so is the corpse for having a proper burial. The angel disappears, never to be seen again.

The Riddle was included in the Grimms’ second edition of Kinder- und Hausmärchen in 1819. John Francis Campbell published The Ridere of Riddles, collected from a fisherman near Inverary in 1859, in his Popular Tales of the West Highlands. The Boy in White Silk, collected by Evald Tang Kristensen, appeared in the volumes he issued between 1881 and 1887.

The dates suggest that the Grimm version is the earliest, and the later versions, with their accretions, were developed by later storytellers. The Ridere of Riddles added to the end of the story; The Boy in White Silk to the beginning, the middle and the end.

These expanding stories—living, growing entities—evolved. Being put into a fixed form, as the Grimms did when they published The Riddle, does not halt their evolution. Stories will continue to grow as long as storytellers (of all kinds) keep tinkering with the tales. Without their help, there would be no variants, no other versions.

Your thoughts?

P.S. An English translation of The Boy  in White Silk will soon be available in e-book format, entitled Odds and Sods Stories Taken from the Collections of Evald Tang Kristensen, by Stephen Badman. Other Danish tale collections already available from Stephen are Tales from Denmark, More Tales from Denmark, The Ghost on Horseback, Three Pieces of Good Advice, and The Soldier and Mr Scratch.

Fairy Tale of the Month: July 2013 – Part Three

Riidle Ford 2  H J Ford

The almost suffocating aromas of rich tobacco, emitted from their canisters in Augustus’ shop, welcome me, along with the tinkle of the bell above the door.

“Let me guess,” says Augustus in his solemn way. “Elvish Gold.”

“No, Augustus, today I am thinking of Raven Black.”

Augustus raises an eyebrow. “That’s unusual for you; it is heavy on the Perique. Have you ever tried it?”

“No.” That signals our retreat to the back of the shop to sit in his comfy chairs and test a bowl of Raven Black.

“I’’ve read and been contemplating The Riddle,” I confess, by way of explanation.

“Ah,” he frowns. “Not my favorite Grimm story.”

“Your objection?”

“Not a true riddle.”

“The difference being…?” I query.

“There are two types of riddles: enigmas and conundra. To solve an enigma requires careful thinking, the putting aside of assumptions, and some ingenuity.

“For example: ‘Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you will die.’

“Or: ‘What word becomes shorter when you add to letters to it?’

“Or: ‘What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?’

“You see what I mean.”

“Yes,” I say cautiously.

“The conundrum is basically a pun, ‘the lowest form of humor,’ as Samuel Johnson said, ‘unless,’ as Doug Larson, the newspaper man, extended, ‘you thought of it yourself.’

“In that spirit, let’s try: ‘What is black and white and red all over?’

“Then there is: ‘What kind of tree can you hold in your hand?’ ”

I groan slightly as I remember that one.

“Or: ‘What does a pampered cow give?’ ”

I roll my eyes, partly from the pun and partly from the effect of the Perique. “I follow your meaning.”

“Well,” Augustus continues, “the riddle of The Riddle is neither of these. It is what we call a ‘neck riddle,’ one impossible to answer by anyone other than the one posing it in order to save their neck. The best known example being Bilbo Baggins’ ‘What have I got in my pocket?’ which he knew wasn’t a riddle, but it did save him from Gollum.”

I think about this as the Raven Black makes my head swirl. For a moment I spy ravens fluttering up around me.

“By the way,” I remember, “Why is a raven like a writing desk?”

My friend smiles “Lewis Carroll didn’t intend for there to be an answer, but when pressed he suggested the raven and the writing desk can both produce flat notes, but I prefer the answer, ‘Poe wrote on both.’ ”

Your thoughts?

P.S. I won’t leave you hanging. Enigmas 1: Nothing  2: Short  3: Silence. Conundra 1: A newspaper (red/read) 2: Palm tree 3: Spoiled milk (sorry).

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