THE METAL KING
A GERMAN FOLK-TALE (ADAPTED)
ONCE long ago there was a high mountain whose rocks were
veined with gold and silver and seamed with iron. At times,
from a huge rent in the mountain-side, there shot out
roaring, red flames,
 and clouds of black smoke. And when the village folk in the
valley below saw this, they would say: "Look! the Metal King
is at his forge." For they knew that in the gloomy heart of
the mountain, the Metal King and his Spirits of the Mines
wrought in gold and iron.
When the storm raged over the valley, the Metal King left
his cavern and riding on the wings of the wind, with
thundering shouts, hurled his red-hot bolts into the valley,
now killing the peasants and their cattle, now burning
houses and barns.
But when the weather was soft and mild, and the breezes blew
gently about the mouth of his cavern, the Metal King
returned to his forge in the depths of the mountain, and
there shaped ploughshares and many other implements of iron.
These he placed outside his cavern door, as gifts to the
It happened, on a time, there lived in that valley a lazy
lad, who would neither till his fields nor ply a trade. He
was avaricious, but he longed to win gold without mining,
and wealth and fame without labor. So it came to pass that
he set out one day to find the mountain treasure of the
Taking a lighted lantern in one hand, a hatchet in the
other, and a bundle of twigs under his arm, he entered the
dark cavern. The dampness
 smote his cheek, bats flapped their wings in his face.
Shivering with fear and cold, he pressed on through a long
passage under an arched and blackened roof. As he passed
along he dropped his twigs, one after another, so that they
might guide him aright when he returned.
He came at last to a place where the passage branched off in
two directions,—to the right and to the left. Choosing
the right-hand path, he walked on and at length came to an
iron door. He struck it twice with his hammer. It flew open,
and a strong current of air rushing forth put out his light.
"Come in! Come in!" shouted a voice like the rolling of
thunder, and the cavern echoes gave back the sounds.
Almost overcome by terror and shivering in every limb, the
lad entered. As he stepped forward a dazzling light shone
from the vaulted roof upheld by massive columns, and across
the crystal side-walls flittered curious, shadowy figures.
The Metal King, huge and fierce-eyed, surrounded by the
misshapen Spirits of the Mines, sat upon a block of pure
silver, with a pile of shining gold lying before him.
"Come in, my friend!" he shouted again, and again the echoes
rolled through the cavern.
"Come near, and sit beside me."
 The lad advanced, pale and trembling, and took his seat upon
the silver block.
"Bring out more treasure," cried the Metal King, and at his
command the Mountain Spirits fluttered away like dreams,
only to return in a moment and pile high before the
wondering lad bars of red gold, mounds of silver coin, and
stacks of precious jewels.
And when the lad saw all that wealth he felt his heart burst
with longing to grasp it, but when he tried to put out his
hand, he found that he could not move his arm, nor could he
lift his feet, nor turn his head.
"Thou seest these riches," said the Metal King; "they are
but a handful compared with those thou mayest gain if thou
wilt work with us in the mines. Hard is the service but rich
the reward! Only say the word, and for a year and a day thou
shalt be a Mountain Spirit."
"Nay," stammered the lad, in great terror, "nay, I came not
to work. All I beg of thee is one bar of gold and a handful
of the jewels that lie here. If they are mine I can dress
better than the village lads, and ride in my own coach!"
"Lazy, ungrateful wretch!" cried the Metal King, rising from
his seat, while his figure seemed to tower until his head
touched the cavern roof, "wouldst thou seize without pay the
treasures gained through the hard labor of my Mountain
 Spirits! Hence! Get thee gone to thy place! Seek not here
for unearned riches! Cast away thy discontented disposition
and thou shalt turn stones into gold. Dig well thy garden
and thy fields, sow them and tend them diligently, search
the mountain-sides; and thou shalt gain through thine
industry mines of gold and silver!"
Scarcely had the Metal King spoken when there was heard a
screeching as of ravens, a crying as of night owls, and a
mighty storm wind came rushing against the lad; and catching
him up it drove him forth along the dark passage, and down
the mountain-side, so that in a minute he found himself on
the steps of his own house.
And from that time on a strange change came over the lad. He
no longer idled and dreamed of sudden wealth, but morning,
noon, and evening he labored diligently, sowing his fields,
cultivating his garden, and mining on the mountain-side.
Years came and went; all he touched prospered, and he grew
to be the richest man in that country; but never again did
he see the Metal King or the Spirits of the Mines.
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