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only you must carry the apples and pears as well?โ€ It now seemed to the young man just a little serious, when he heard of an hourโ€™s walk, but the old woman would not let him off, packed the bundle on his back, and hung the two baskets on his arm. โ€œSee, it is quite light,โ€ said she.

โ€œNo, it is not light,โ€ answered the count, and pulled a rueful face. โ€œVerily, the bundle weighs as heavily as if it were full of cobble stones, and the apples and pears are as heavy as lead! I can scarcely breathe.โ€ He had a mind to put everything down again, but the old woman would not allow it.

โ€œJust look,โ€ said she mockingly, โ€œthe young gentleman will not carry what I, an old woman, have so often dragged along. You are ready with fine words, but when it comes to be earnest, you want to take to your heels. Why are you standing loitering there?โ€ she continued. โ€œStep out. No one will take the bundle off again.โ€ As long as he walked on level ground, it was still bearable, but when they came to the hill and had to climb, and the stones rolled down under his feet as if they were alive, it was beyond his strength. The drops of perspiration stood on his forehead, and ran, hot and cold, down his back.

โ€œDame,โ€ said he, โ€œI can go no farther. I want to rest a little.โ€

โ€œNot here,โ€ answered the old woman, โ€œwhen we have arrived at our journeyโ€™s end, you can rest; but now you must go forward. Who knows what good it may do you?โ€

โ€œOld woman, thou art becoming shameless!โ€ said the count, and tried to throw off the bundle, but he laboured in vain; it stuck as fast to his back as if it grew there. He turned and twisted, but he could not get rid of it. The old woman laughed at this, and sprang about quite delighted on her crutch.

โ€œDonโ€™t get angry, dear sir,โ€ said she, โ€œyou are growing as red in the face as a turkey-cock! Carry your bundle patiently. I will give you a good present when we get home.โ€

What could he do? He was obliged to submit to his fate, and crawl along patiently behind the old woman. She seemed to grow more and more nimble, and his burden still heavier. All at once she made a spring, jumped on to the bundle and seated herself on the top of it; and however withered she might be, she was yet heavier than the stoutest country lass. The youthโ€™s knees trembled, but when he did not go on, the old woman hit him about the legs with a switch and with stinging-nettles. Groaning continually, he climbed the mountain, and at length reached the old womanโ€™s house, when he was just about to drop. When the geese perceived the old woman, they flapped their wings, stretched out their necks, ran to meet her, cackling all the while. Behind the flock walked, stick in hand, an old wench, strong and big, but ugly as night.

โ€œGood mother,โ€ said she to the old woman, โ€œhas anything happened to you, you have stayed away so long?โ€

โ€œBy no means, my dear daughter,โ€ answered she, โ€œI have met with nothing bad, but, on the contrary, with this kind gentleman, who has carried my burden for me; only think, he even took me on his back when I was tired. The way, too, has not seemed long to us; we have been merry, and have been cracking jokes with each other all the time.โ€ At last the old woman slid down, took the bundle off the young manโ€™s back, and the baskets from his arm, looked at him quite kindly, and said, โ€œNow seat yourself on the bench before the door, and rest. You have fairly earned your wages, and they shall not be wanting.โ€ Then she said to the goose-girl, โ€œGo into the house, my dear daughter, it is not becoming for thee to be alone with a young gentleman; one must not pour oil on to the fire, he might fall in love with thee.โ€

The count knew not whether to laugh or to cry. โ€œSuch a sweetheart as that,โ€ thought he, โ€œcould not touch my heart, even if she were thirty years younger.โ€ In the meantime the old woman stroked and fondled her geese as if they were children, and then went into the house with her daughter. The youth lay down on the bench, under a wild apple-tree. The air was warm and mild; on all sides stretched a green meadow, which was set with cowslips, wild thyme, and a thousand other flowers; through the midst of it rippled a clear brook on which the sun sparkled, and the white geese went walking backwards and forwards, or paddled in the water. โ€œIt is quite delightful here,โ€ said he, โ€œbut I am so tired that I cannot keep my eyes open; I will sleep a little. If only a gust of wind does not come and blow my legs off my body, for they are as rotten as tinder.โ€

When he had slept a little while, the old woman came and shook him till he awoke. โ€œSit up,โ€ said she, โ€œthou canst not stay here; I have certainly treated thee hardly, still it has not cost thee thy life. Of money and land thou hast no need, here is something else for thee.โ€ Thereupon she thrust a little book into his hand, which was cut out of a single emerald. โ€œTake great care of it,โ€ said she, โ€œit will bring thee good fortune.โ€ The count sprang up, and as he felt that he was quite fresh, and had recovered his vigor, he thanked the old woman for her present, and set off without even once looking back at the beautiful daughter. When he was already some way off, he still heard in the distance the noisy cry of the geese.

For three days the count

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