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โ€œIt is I,โ€ said he, โ€œand I am King of the Wind, and ten times greater than the greatest of kings here below. One day I saw you walking in your garden and fell in love with you, and now I have come to ask you if you will marry me and be my wife?โ€

โ€œBut how can I marry you?โ€ said the princess, โ€œwithout seeing you?โ€

โ€œYou shall see me,โ€ said the soldier, โ€œall in good time. Three days from now I will come again, and will show myself to you, but just now it cannot be. But if I come, will you marry me?โ€

โ€œYes I will,โ€ said the princess, โ€œfor I like the way you talkโ€”that I do!โ€

Thereupon the soldier kissed her and said good-bye, and then stepped out of the window as he had stepped in. He sat him down upon his three-legged stool. โ€œI wish,โ€ said he, โ€œto be carried to such and such a tavern.โ€ For he had been in that town before, and knew the places where good living was to be had.

Whir! whiz! away flew the stool as high and higher than it had flown before, and then down it came again, and down and down until it lit as light as a feather in the street before the tavern door. The soldier tucked his feather cap in his pocket, and the three-legged stool under his arm, and in he went and ordered a pot of beer and some white bread and cheese.

Meantime, at the kingโ€™s palace was such a gossiping and such a hubbub as had not been heard there for many a day; for the pretty princess was not slow in telling how the invisible King of the Wind had come and asked her to marry him; and some said it was true and some said it was not true, and everybody wondered and talked, and told their own notions of the matter. But all agreed that three days would show whether what had been told was true or no.

As for the soldier, he knew no more how to do what he had promised to do than my grandmotherโ€™s cat; for where was he to get clothes fine enough for the King of the Wind to wear? So there he sat on his three-legged stool thinking and thinking, and if he had known all that I know he would not have given two turns of his wit upon it. โ€œI wish,โ€ says he, at lastโ€”โ€œI wish that this stool could help me now as well as it can carry me through the sky. I wish,โ€ says he, โ€œthat I had a suit of clothes such as the King of the Wind might really wear.โ€

The wonders of the three-legged stool were wonders indeed!

Hardly had the words left the soldierโ€™s lips when down came something tumbling about his ears from up in the air; and what should it be but just such a suit of clothes as he had in his mindโ€”all crusted over with gold and silver and jewels.

โ€œWell,โ€ says the soldier, as soon as he had got over his wonder again, โ€œI would rather sit upon this stool than any I ever saw.โ€ And so would I, if I had been in his place, and had a few minutes to think of all that I wanted.

So he found out the trick of the stool, and after that wishing and having were easy enough, and by the time the three days were ended the real King of the Wind himself could not have cut a finer figure. Then down sat the soldier upon his stool, and wished himself at the kingโ€™s palace. Away he flew through the air, and by-and-by there he was, just where he had been before. He put his feather cap upon his head, and stepped in through the window, and there he found the princess with her father, the king, and her mother, the queen, and all the great lords and nobles waiting for his coming; but never a stitch nor a hair did they see of him until he stood in the very midst of them all. Then he whipped the feather cap off of his head, and there he was, shining with silver and gold and glistening with jewelsโ€”such a sight as manโ€™s eyes never saw before.

โ€œTake her,โ€ said the king, โ€œshe is yours.โ€ And the soldier looked so handsome in his fine clothes that the princess was as glad to hear those words as any she had ever listened to in all of her life.

โ€œYou shall,โ€ said the king, โ€œbe married to-morrow.โ€

โ€œVery well,โ€ said the soldier. โ€œOnly give me a plot of ground to build a palace upon that shall be fit for the wife of the King of the Wind to live in.โ€

โ€œYou shall have it,โ€ said the king, โ€œand it shall be the great parade ground back of the palace, which is so wide and long that all my army can march round and round in it without getting into its own way; and that ought to be big enough.โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ said the soldier, โ€œit is.โ€ Thereupon he put on his feather cap and disappeared from the sight of all as quickly as one might snuff out a candle.

He mounted his three-legged stool and away he flew through the air until he had come again to the tavern where he was lodging. There he sat him down and began to churn his thoughts, and the butter he made was worth the having, I can tell you. He wished for a grand palace of white marble, and then he wished for all sorts of things to fill itโ€”the finest that could be had. Then he wished for servants in clothes of gold and silver, and then he wished for fine horses and gilded coaches. Then he wished for gardens and orchards and lawns and flower-plats and fountains, and all kinds and sorts of things, until the sweat ran down his face from hard thinking and wishing. And as he thought and wished, all the things he thought and wished for grew up like soap-bubbles from nothing at all.

Then, when day began to break, he wished himself with his fine clothes to be in the palace that his own wits had made, and away he flew through the air until he had come there safe and sound.

But when the sun rose and shone down upon the beautiful palace and all the gardens and orchards around it, the king and queen and all the court stood dumb with wonder at the sight. Then, as they stood staring, the gates opened and out came the soldier riding in his gilded coach with his servants in silver and gold marching beside him, and such a sight the daylight never looked upon before that day.

Well, the princess and the soldier were married, and if no couple had ever been happy in the world before, they were then. Nothing was heard but feasting and merrymaking, and at night all the sky was lit with fireworks. Such a wedding had never been before, and all the world was glad that it had happened.

That is, all the world but one; that one was the old man dressed in scarlet that the soldier had met when he first came to town. While all the rest were in the hubbub of rejoicing, he put on his thinking-cap, and by-and-by began to see pretty well how things lay, and that, as they say in our town, there was a fly in the milk-jug. โ€œHo, ho!โ€ thought he, โ€œso the soldier has found out all about the three-legged stool, has he? Well, I will just put a spoke into his wheel

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