THE SINGING BONE
IN a certain country there was once great lamentation over a wild boar
that laid waste the farmer's fields, killed the cattle, and ripped
up people's bodies with his tusks. The King promised a large reward
to anyone who would free the land from this plague; but the beast was
so big and strong that no one dared to go near the forest in which it
lived. At last the King gave notice that whosoever should capture or
kill the wild boar should have his only daughter to wife.
Now there lived in the country two brothers, sons of a poor man, who
declared themselves willing to undertake the hazardous enterprise;
the elder, who was crafty and shrewd, out of pride; the younger, who
was innocent and simple, from a kind heart. The King said, "In order
that you may be the more sure of finding the beast, you must go into
the forest from opposite sides." So the elder went in on the west side,
and the younger on the east.
 When the younger had gone a short way, a little man stepped up to him. He
held in his hand a black spear and said, "I give you this spear because
your heart is pure and good; with this you can boldly attack the wild
boar, and it will do you no harm."
He thanked the little man, shouldered the spear, and went on fearlessly.
Before long he saw the beast, which rushed at him; but he held the spear
towards it, and in its blind fury it ran so swiftly against it that its
heart was cloven in twain. Then he took the monster on his back and went
homewards with it to the King.
As he came out at the other side of the wood, there stood at the entrance
a house where people were making merry with wine and dancing. His elder
brother had gone in here, and, thinking that after all the boar would
not run away from him, was going to drink until he felt brave. But when
he saw his young brother coming out of the wood laden with his booty,
his envious, evil heart gave him no peace. He called out to him, "Come
in, dear brother, rest and refresh yourself with a cup of wine."
The youth, who suspected no evil, went in and told him about the good
little man who had given him the spear wherewith he had slain the boar.
The elder brother kept him there until the evening, and then they went
away together, and when in the darkness they came to a bridge over
a brook, the elder brother let the other go first; and when he was
half-way across he gave him such a blow from behind that he fell down
dead. He buried him beneath the bridge, took the boar, and carried it to
the King, pretending that he had killed it; whereupon he obtained the
King's daughter in marriage. And when his younger brother did not come
back he said, "The boar must have killed him," and every one believed it.
But as nothing remains hidden from God, so this black deed also was to
come to light.
Years afterwards a shepherd was driving his herd across the bridge, and
saw lying in the sand beneath, a snow-white little bone. He thought that
it would make a good
 mouth-piece, so he clambered down, picked it up,
and cut out of it a mouth-piece for his horn. But when he blew through
it for the first time, to his great astonishment, the bone began of its
own accord to sing:
"Ah, friend, thou blowest upon my bone!
Long have I lain beside the water;
My brother slew me for the boar,
And took for his wife the King's young daughter."
"What a wonderful horn!" said the shepherd; "it sings by itself; I must
take it to my lord the King." And when he came with it to the King the
horn again began to sing its little song. The King understood it all,
and caused the ground below the bridge to be dug up, and then the whole
skeleton of the murdered man came to light. The wicked brother could not
deny the deed, and was sewn up in a sack and drowned. But the bones of
the murdered man were laid to rest in a beautiful tomb in the churchyard.