The Blue Light
HERE was once a Soldier who had served his King well and faithfully for many years. But, on account of his many wounds, he could serve no longer.
The King said: ‘You can go home now. I have no further need for you. I can only pay those who serve me.’
The Soldier did not know what to do for a living, and he went sadly away.
He walked all day, till he reached a wood, where, in the distance, he saw a light. On approaching it, he found a house inhabited by a Witch.
‘Pray give me shelter for the night, and something to eat and drink,’ he said, ‘or I shall perish.’
‘Oh ho!’ she said. ‘ Who gives anything to a runaway Soldier, I should like to know. But I will be merciful and take you in, if you will do something for me.’
‘What is it?’ asked the Soldier.
‘I want you to dig up my garden to-morrow.’
The Soldier agreed to this, and next day he worked as hard as he could, but he could not finish before evening.
‘I see,’ said the Witch, ‘that you can do no more this evening. I will keep you one night more, and to-morrow you shall split up some logs for firewood.
The Soldier took the whole day over this task, and in the evening the Witch proposed that he should again stay another night.
‘You shall only have a very light task to-morrow,’ she said. ‘There is an old, dry well behind my house. My light, which burns blue, and never goes out, has fallen into it, and I want you to bring it back.’
