Folk Tales of Scotland (3 page)

‘I can’t help you any more,’ said the hen-wife.

So Rashie Coat left her father’s house and went far, and far, and farther than I can tell, till she came to another King’s house.

‘What do you want?’ said the servants, when she went to the door.

‘I would like to work in this house,’ said Rashie Coat.

So they put her in the kitchen to wash the dishes, and take out the ashes.

When the Sabbath Day came, everyone went to the Kirk, but Rashie Coat was left at home to cook the dinner. While she was alone a fairy came to her, and told her to put on the coat of beaten
gold, and go to the Kirk.

‘I can’t do that,’ she said. ‘I have to cook the dinner.’ The fairy told her to go and she would cook the dinner. So Rashie Coat said:

Then she put on her coat of beaten gold, and went to the Kirk. There the King’s son saw her and fell in love with her, but she left before everyone else, and he couldn’t find out who
she was. When she reached home, she found the dinner cooked, and nobody knew she had been out of the house.

The next Sabbath Day the fairy came again, and told her to put on the coat of feathers from all the birds of the air, and go to the Kirk, for she would cook the dinner for her. So Rashie Coat
said:

Then she put on her coat of feathers, and went to the Kirk. Again she left before anyone else, and when the King’s son saw her go out, he followed her. But she had
already vanished, and he could not find out who she was. When she reached the kitchen, she took off the coat of feathers, and found the dinner cooked. Nobody knew she had been out at all.

The next Sabbath Day the fairy came once more, and told her to put on her coat of rushes and the slippers, and go to the Kirk while the dinner was being cooked. So Rashie Coat said:

Then she put on her coat of rushes and the pair of slippers and went to the Kirk.

This time the King’s son sat near the door. When he saw Rashie Coat slipping out before everyone else, he followed her at once, but again she was too quick for him, and was nowhere to be
seen.

She ran home, but in her haste she lost one of her slippers. The Prince found the slipper, and sent a Royal Proclamation through all
the country, announcing that he would
marry whosoever could put on the slipper.

All the ladies of the Court, and their ladies-in-waiting, tried to put on the slipper, but it wouldn’t fit any of them, nor the daughters of merchants, farmers and tradesmen who came from
far and wide to try their luck. Then the old hen-wife brought her ugly daughter to try it on. She nipped her foot and clipped her foot, and squeezed it on that way. So the King’s son said he
would marry her.

He was riding away with her on horseback, and she behind him, when they came to a wood, and there was a bird sitting on a tree. As they rode by, the bird sang:

When the King’s son heard this, he flung the hen-wife’s daughter off the horse, and rode home. He looked behind the cauldron in the royal kitchen and there he found Rashie Coat. He
tried the slipper on her foot and it went on easily. So he married her and they lived happily ever after.

NCE
upon a time there was a King and a Queen, and they had one son. But the Queen died,
and the King married another wife. The name of the first Queen’s son was Iain. He was handsome and a good hunter. No bird could escape his arrow, and he could bring venison home any day he
went out hunting.

But one day he was unlucky for the first time. He saw no deer, and when he shot an arrow at a Blue Falcon, he knocked a feather out of her wing. Putting the feather into his bag, he went
home.

‘What did you kill today?’ said his stepmother.

Iain took the Blue Falcon’s feather from his bag and gave it to her.

‘I’m putting a spell on you,’ said his stepmother. ‘The water will run into your shoes and out again, and your feet will be cold and wet with brown bog-water, till you
bring me the bird this feather is from.’

‘I’m putting a spell on
YOU
,’ said Prince Iain to the Queen, his stepmother. ‘Till I come back, you will stand with one foot on that house, and
your other foot on that castle and suffer every tempest and every wind that blows.’

Prince Iain went off as fast as he could, leaving his stepmother with one foot on the house and her other foot on the castle. (She was much colder than he was with his wet feet.)

Prince Iain walked all day over waste land, looking for the Blue Falcon. As night fell, the little birds flew off to roost in the trees and bushes. When it was dark, Iain
sheltered under a briar bush, when who should pass but Gillie Martin the Fox.

‘No wonder you’re down in the mouth, Prince Iain,’ said he. ‘You’ve come on a bad night. All I’ve got to eat is a sheep’s leg and cheek. We’ll
have to do with that.’

So they lit a fire and roasted the scraps of mutton. After their scanty supper, they slept side by side under the briar bush till morning.

‘Prince Iain,’ said the Fox, ‘the Blue Falcon you’re looking for belongs to the Big Giant with Five Heads. I’ll show you where his house is, and my advice to you is
this, become his servant. Tell him you can feed birds and swine, or look after cows, goats and sheep. Be quick to do everything he asks you, and be very good to his birds. In time he may trust you
to feed his Blue Falcon. When this happens, be very kind to the bird and when the Giant is not at home, carry her off. But, take care that not one feather touches anything in the Giant’s
house. If this happens, you’ll be in trouble.’

‘I’ll be careful,’ said Prince Iain.

He went to the Giant’s house and knocked on the door.

‘Who’s there?’ shouted the Giant.

‘It’s me,’ said Iain. ‘I’ve come to see if you need a servant.’

‘What are you good at?’ asked the Giant.

‘I can feed birds and swine. I can feed and milk a cow, or goats or sheep.’

‘It’s a lad like you I want,’ said the Giant, coming out of his house.

They came to an agreement about Iain’s wages, and the lad began to feed the Giant’s birds and animals. He was kind to the hens and the ducks. The Giant saw how well Iain was doing,
and compared his food now with what it had been before Iain came. The hens and the ducks tasted better, and the Giant said he would rather have one now than two he had had before.

‘This lad’s so good, I think I can trust him to feed my Blue Falcon,’ said the Giant. So he gave Iain the Blue Falcon to look after, and the lad took great
care of the bird, such care that the Giant thought Iain could be trusted to look after the Blue Falcon when its master was away from home.

So the Giant left his house one day in Iain’s care. ‘Now’s my chance,’ said Iain. He seized the Falcon and opened the door, but when the Falcon saw the daylight she
spread her wings to fly, and one feather of one wing touched the doorpost. The doorpost screamed, and the Giant came running home. He took the Blue Falcon from Iain.

‘I’ll not give you my Falcon,’ said the Giant, ‘unless you bring me the White Sword of Light from the Big Women of Jura.’

Prince Iain had to leave the Giant’s house at once, and he wandered through the waste land. As it was growing dark, Gillie Martin the Fox met him.

‘You’re down in the mouth,’ said the Fox, ‘because you’ll not do as I tell you. This is another bad night like the last. All I’ve got to eat is a
sheep’s leg and cheek. We’ll have to do with that.’

They lit a fire and cooked the mutton in the white flame of the dripping fat. After supper they went to sleep on the ground until morning.

‘We’ll go to the edge of the ocean,’ said Gillie Martin. So Iain went with the Fox to the shore.

‘I’ll shape-shift myself into a boat,’ said the Fox. ‘Go on board and I’ll take you over to Jura. Go to the Seven Big Women of Jura and be their servant. When they
ask you what you can do, say you’re good at polishing steel and iron, gold and silver. Take care you do everything well, till they trust you with the White Sword of Light. When you have a
chance, run off with it, but take care the sheath does not touch anything in the house, or you’ll be in trouble.’

Gillie Martin the Fox changed into a boat, and Iain went on board. When the boat reached land to the north of Jura, Iain jumped ashore and
went off to take service with the
Seven Big Women of Jura. He reached their house and knocked on the door.

‘What are you looking for?’ they asked him.

‘I’m looking for work,’ said Iain. ‘I can polish gold and silver, steel and iron.’

‘We need a lad like you,’ they said.

They agreed about his wages, and for six weeks Iain worked very hard. The Big Women were watching him.

‘This is the best lad we’ve had,’ they said. ‘Now we may trust him with the White Sword of Light.’

They gave him the White Sword of Light to look after, and he took great care of it, till one day the Big Women were out of the house. Iain thought this was his chance. He put the White Sword of
Light into its sheath and put it over his shoulder, but going out of the door the sheath touched the lintel of the door, and the lintel screamed. The Seven Big Women came running home and took the
Sword from him.

‘We’ll not give you our White Sword of Light, unless you give us in return the Yellow Filly of the King of Erin.’

Iain went to the shore of the ocean, where Gillie Martin met him.

‘You’re down in the mouth, Iain,’ said the Fox, ‘because you’ll not do as I tell you. This is another bad night like the last. All I’ve got to eat is a
sheep’s leg and cheek. We’ll have to do with that.’

They lit a fire, cooked the mutton and satisfied their hunger.

‘I’ll shape-shift myself and become a barque,’ said Gillie Martin the Fox. ‘Go aboard and I’ll take you to Erin. When we reach Erin, go to the house of the King and
ask service as a stable-lad. When he asks what you can do, tell him you can groom and feed horses, polish the silver-work and the steel-work on their harness. Be willing to do everything necessary
and keep the horses and their harness in good order, till the King trusts you with the Yellow Filly. This will give you a chance to run away with her. But take care when you’re leading her
out that no
bit of her, except her shoes, touches anything within the stable gate, or there’ll be trouble.’

Everything happened as the Fox said, till they reached the King’s house.

‘Where are you going?’ asked the gate-keeper,

‘To see if the King has need of a stable-lad,’ said Iain.

So he was taken to the King, who said: ‘What are you looking for here?’

‘I came to see if you needed a stable-lad.’

‘What can you do?’

‘I can groom and feed the horses, polish the silver-work and the steelwork on their harness.’

So the King gave him the job at good wages. Soon the King noticed that his horses had never looked so well, so he gave Iain the Yellow Filly to care for. The Yellow Filly improved so much in
appearance and speed that she could leave the wind behind her and overtake the wind ahead.

One day the King went out hunting, leaving the Yellow Filly in her stable. Iain saw that this was his chance, so he saddled and bridled her and took her out of the stable. But at the gate the
Yellow Filly flicked her tail and touched the gate-post. The gate-post screamed, and the King came galloping back from the hunt.