THE WIDOWS DAUGHTER
THERE was once a poor widow woman, living in the North of Ireland,
who had one daughter named Nabla. And Nabla grew up both idle and lazy,
till at length, when she had grown to be a young woman,
she was both thriftless and useless, fit only to sit with her heels
in the ashes and croon to the cat the day long.
Her mother was annoyed with her, so that one day,
when Nabla refused to do some little trifle about the house,
her mother got out a good stout sally rod and came in
and thrashed her soundly with it.
As her mother was giving Nabla the whacking she had so richly earned,
who should happen to be riding past but the King's son himself.
He heard the mother beating and scolding, and Nabla crying
and pleading within. So he drew rein, and at the top of his voice shouted to
know what was the matter. The widow came to the door,
courtesying when she saw who he was. Not wishing to give out
a bad name on her daughter, she told the King's son
that she had a daughter who killed herself working the leelong day
and refused to rest when her mother asked her, so that
she had always to be beaten before she would stop.
"What work can your daughter do?" the Prince asked.
"She can spin, weave and sew, and do every work that ever a woman did,"
the mother replied.
Now, it so happened that a twelvemonth before
the Prince had taken a notion of marrying, and his mother,
anxious he should have none but the best wife, had, with his approval,
 sent messengers over all Ireland to find him a woman
who could perform all a woman's duties, including the three accomplishments
the widow named—spinning, that is, weaving and sewing.
But all the candidates whom the messengers had secured
were found unsatisfactory on being put to trial,
and the Prince had remained unwedded. When, now, the King's son
heard this account of Nabla from her own mother he said:
"You are not fit to have the charge of such a good girl.
For twelve months, through all parts of my mother's kingdom,
search was being made for just such a young woman
that she might become my wife. I'll take Nabla with me."
Poor Nabla was rejoiced and her mother astonished.
The King's son helped Nabla to a seat behind him on the horse's back
and bidding adieu to the widow, rode off.
When he had got Nabla home, he introduced her to his mother,
telling the Queen that by good fortune he had secured
the very woman they had so long sought in vain.
The Queen asked what Nabla could do, and he replied
that she could spin, weave and sew, and do everything else
a woman should; and, moreover, she was so eager for work
that her mother was beating her within an inch of her life
to make her rest herself when he arrived on the scene at Nabla's own cottage.
The Queen said that was well.
She took Nabla to a large room and gave her
a heap of silk and a golden wheel, and told her
she must have all the silk spun into thread in twenty-four hours.
Then she bolted her in.
Poor Nabla, in amazement, sat looking at the big heap of silk
and the golden wheel. And at length she began to cry,
for she had not spun a yard of thread in all her life.
As she cried an ugly woman, having one of her feet as big as a bolster,
appeared before her.
"What are you crying for?" she asked.
Nabla told her, and the woman said, "I'll spin the silk for you
if you ask me to the wedding."
"I'll do that," Nabla said. And then the woman sat down
 to the wheel,
and working it with her big foot, very soon had the whole heap spun.
When the Queen came and found all spun she said: "That is good."
Then she brought in a golden loom and told Nabla she must have all
that thread woven in twenty-four hours.
When the Queen had gone, Nabla sat down and looked from the thread
to the loom and from the loom to the thread, wondering,
for she had not in all her life even thrown a shuttle. At
length she put her face in her hands and began to cry.
There now appeared to her an ugly woman with one hand
as big as a pot hanging by her side. She asked Nabla why she cried.
Nabla told her, and then the woman said:
"I'll weave all that for you if you'll give me the promise of your wedding."
Nabla said she would surely. So the woman sat down to the golden loom,
and very soon had all the thread woven into webs.
When again the Queen came and found all woven she said: "That is good."
And then she gave Nabla a golden needle and thimble
and said that in twenty-four hours more she must have all the webs
made into shirts for the Prince.
Again when the Queen had gone, Nabla, who had never even threaded
a needle in all her life, sat for a while looking at the needle
and thimble and looking at the webs of silk,
and again she broke down, and began to cry heartily.
As she cried an ugly woman with a monstrously big nose
came into the room and asked:
"Why do you cry?"
When Nabla had told her, the ugly woman said:
"I'll make up all those webs into shirts for the Prince
if you promise me the wedding."
"I'll do that," Nabla said, "and a thousand welcomes."
So the woman with the big nose, taking the needle and thimble,
sat down, and in a short time had made all the silk into shirts
and disappeared again.
When the Queen came a third time and found all the silk made up
in shirts she was mightily pleased and said:
 "You are the very woman for my son, for he'll never want a housekeeper
while he has you."
Then Nabla and the Prince were betrothed, and on the wedding night
there was a gay and a gorgeous company in the hall of the castle.
All was mirth and festivity. But as they were about to sit down
to a splendid repast there was a loud knock at the door.
A servant opened it and there came in an ugly old woman with one foot
as big as a bolster who, amid the loud laughter of the company, hobbled
along the floor and took a
seat at the table. She was asked of which party was she,
the bride or the groom's, and she replied that she was of the bride's party.
When the Prince heard this he believed that she was one of Nabla's poor friends.
He went up to her and asked her what had made her foot so big.
"Spinning," she said, "I have been all my life at the wheel,
and that's what it has done for me."
"Then, by my word," said the Prince,
striking the table a great blow, "my wife shall not turn a wheel
while I'm here to prevent it!"
As the party were again settling themselves another knock came to the door.
A servant opening it, let in a woman with one hand as big as a pot.
The weight of this hand hanging by her side gave her body a great lean over,
so that as she hobbled along the floor the company at the table lay back,
laughing and clapping their hands at the funny sight.
This woman, taking a seat at the table, was asked by whose invitation
she was there, to which she replied that she was of the bride's party.
Then the Prince went up to her and inquired what caused her hand to be so big.
"Weaving," she said. "I have slaved at the shuttle all my life;
that's what has come on me."
"Then," the Prince said, striking the table a thundering blow,
"by my word, my wife shall never throw a shuttle again
while I live to prevent it."
A third time the guests were ready to begin their repast,
when again there came a knock to the door. Everyone looked up;
and they saw the servant now admit an ugly old woman
 with the most monstrous nose ever beheld. This woman likewise
took a chair at the table.
She was then asked who had invited her—the bride
or the groom. She said she was one of the bride's party.
Then the Prince, going up to her, asked her why her nose had come
to be so very big.
"It's with sewing," she said. "All my life I have been bending
my head over sewing, so that every drop of blood ran down into my nose,
swelling it out like that."
Then the Prince struck the table a blow that made the dishes leap and rattle.
"By my word," he said, "my wife shall
never either put a needle in cloth again, or do any other sort
of household work while I live to prevent it."
And the Prince faithfully kept his word. He was always on the lookout
to try and catch Nabla spinning, weaving, or sewing,
or doing any other sort of work, for he thought she might at any time
try to work on the sly.
Poor Nabla, however, never did anything to confirm his uneasiness,
but, taking her old mother to stay in the castle with her,
lived happy and contented, and as lazy as the day was long, ever after.
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