The Prayer of a House. Goldenlocks (2)

 August 3, 2012
The Prince and Princess Goldenlocks (2)

A Rewritten Fairy Tale.
See Part 1 in previous blog.


Posted by © Eso A.B.
a.k.a. Eso Antons Benjamins


“Tell me, wise Giant of the Wood,” cried the Prince (when he and King Jiant met), “what medicine will cure my father?”

“Two apples from the Garden of Paradise,” promptly answered Jiant. "One already cured me."

“How do I get the apples?” asked Prince Jean Goldenlocks.

“Whack the big rock over there with a knotted oak stump!” answered Jiant. “Grab the apples the moment you see them. Do not linger no matter how nice everything around you may seem. Else, Paradise will keep you and not let you go.”

Prince Jean struck a large stone with the mace he had in hand. Only yesterday it had served him as his garden plow.

The stone opened, and before Prince Goldenlocks's eyes stretched a space of unpolluted air and the Garden of Paradise. It was a panoramic landscape with the sun at about 3 o’clock and a rainbow to the left behind a golden apple tree that stood in the middle. The moment the stone was open, two apples fell from the tree and rolled up to Goldenlocks feet..

Prince Goldenlocks grabbed the apples and ran for the real world. It was a close call. Prince Goldenlocks had to squeeze himself as thin as he could to get out of the rock in time.

When in the evening he arrived at an inn and wanted to slake his thurst, as he walked to the table, he was engulfed by an aroma of apples. Everyone looked up from their beers as he went by. The aroma was just like the one that the prince remembered from the time when he met the kitchen maid in the apple cellar and they gathered apples for apple pie.

By coincidence, Prince Goldenlocks happened to sit down at the same table at which sat his brothers-in-law, princes Jengland and Cornwall. They had come to discuss how best to take King Lear's kingdom not only from him, but also their wives. While Goldenlocks recognized the men, they did not recognize him. After the table mates, had toasted a mug of beer to each other, the brothers-in-law asked Goldenlocks what smelled so good.

Goldenlocks pulled out from his backpack the two apples and showed them to the princes. The princes wished to examine the apples more closely. The moment the princess held an apple in their hand, nothing could persuade them from wanting to buy them. There was a good reason for this: The moment they held an apple, it felt like they were having a orgasm that would not let go of them.

Prince Jean Goldenlocks did not ask the princes for money, but if they would allow him to tatoo on their backs the picture of a gallows. (The inn had a resident tatoo artist.) The princes agreed that it was a fair bargain, and, considering the wonder of the apples from Paradise, a cheap deal. As long as they could hold the apples, they were ready to endure the tattoo artist puncture their skin with needles from the top of their heads down to their toes. When the gallows were drawn, the brothers-in-law grabbed an apple each and ran for the door.

There was one big problem, however.

Prize Winning Nature Design in Latvia.

Because the apples were never delivered to King Lear’s bedside, the King’s condition never improved.

In fact, the King had to get used to not only to being ill, but many unpleasant ideas besides.

One almost intolerable idea was that the swine herd Goldenlocks would get to sleep with his daughter Goldenlocks Struvelpeter, but he, the king, would not.
Another tormenting idea was that King Lear could not deny that he had ordered his son, Prince Goldenlocks, to be taken to the woods, and that he perhaps had been or perhaps was not killed there. This is why he was never sure that the swine herd was not the real Goldenlocks.

Despite these difficulties, the kingdom of Thebes struggled on. For all of his troubles, which actually began with his capture of the Giant of the Wood, King Lear was still the kingdom's King, and neither of his daughters, Jonerill or Le Zhan, or their respective husbands, princes Jengland or Cornwall had unseated him--yet. The best part of it all was, that the King was still alive and not dead.

This was probably the reason why the Kingdom of Thebes had not yet fallen down to the level, where a swineherd could afford it. The threat was real though: after he married Princes Goldenlocks, the swine herd now claimed to have always been a prince named Prince Goldenlocks.

Despite his illness, the old king was keen enough to hear about what had happened to the medicine that he was to receive from the Garden of Paradise.

The strange twist that the king gave to the story was that he did not blame princes Jengland and Cornwall for taking the apples from Prince Goldenlocks, but, but he was dumbfounded that Goldenlocks pretended to be such a saint that he could do without orgasms and would betray the king  by forcing him to execute his own close relatives, and had even threatened his brothers-in-law with the gallows.

However, because the king did not die of an illness, everyone in Thebes came to believe that he was indeed cured.

Life went on. The princes Jengland and Cornwall became immensely popular, at least in their respective courts, because they not only let the apples be held by their wives, but these were happy to pass them around to their friends in the court. For a time, everyone got quite a Bang out of life. What later everyone said was that this is what true democracy should be like.

One day, King Lear, however, got hold of one of the apples of Paradise. It happened by an accident. A young lady of his court, was standing before him as if to ask a favour. She was batting her long eyelashes in such an obvious way that the king decided to take hold of her hand to see if he could waken her from her seizure. It was at that moment that the king also touched the apple of Paradise.

Bang, Bang went the king’s heart. He took the young lady by her hand, making sure that the apple stayed in it, and took her into his private study. No apples ever so lived up to their reputation as the one’s taken by Prince Goldenlocks from the Garden of Paradise.

King Lear took the apple from the young lady and made it his own==at last. He then asked his first secretary to bring him the next available maiden, and thereafter the next, and then the next. This is how eventually King Lear got to be called King Lear Bluebeard, the devourer of maidens.

Again, the Kingdom of Thebes was suffering a plague.

This time Prince Goldenlocks went to consult with the court magician. The magician’s name was Tiresias. Tiresias told Prince Jean Goldenlocks that only the milk from the breasts of the Snake Queen could cure King Lear this time.

Prince Goldenlocks ran into the wood for a second time. He again called for Jiant to help him.

“Hit the rock with your plow once again!” advised Jiant, “after he had heard the story”. For a moment he wondered if he would enjoy exchanging places with King Lear.

This time , however, the rock did not open to the Garden of Paradise, but to a scene out of ancient Egypt next to the pyramids. At the foot of a large pyramid sat the Snake Queen. Her breasts were bared and the milk of Cobra seeped from her nipples as when a child has just been removed from them. No child could be seen, but perhaps he lay somewhere about the nearby desert palms.

Prince Goldenlocks gathered the overflow of the Snake Queen's milk in two cups, which he had with him. Then, again, he ran for the exit. As he ran, he noticed that at the foot of the great Sphinx, which in those days was surrounded by a great wood, King Lear had brought a group of children and was about to sacrificing them to make him feel better. The unexpected vision made Goldenlocks run back for the exit and to the castle all the faster.

But, again, Goldenlocks met his brothers-in-law at the inn. Again they did not recognize him. Again they were meeting to plot a coup. Some fellow called Julian Assange was listening in on their conversations on the sly.

This time, the princes, asked to dip their fingers into the snake’s milk. They waned to make sure that it was real. It was. After they had licked their fingers, they could not be dissuaded not to buy the milk. Goldenlocks again took no money, but had the princes tatoo on their backs a wheel that is used to break the bones of dead men.

What makes the milk of the Snake Queen so desirable?

Actually, the milk of the Snake Queen makes one feel as if one is embraced by a porn movie. The television set is switched on for 24 hours. There is so much sex that it makes one believe that sex may be had even after death. It is not for nothing that dead Johns, who have tasted of the milk, are said to hang with an erection.

When the sons’ in-law of King Lear had drunk of the Snake Queen’s Milk, they were no longer satisfied with just sex and a kingdom. They wanted more. They wanted the world. They persuaded their wives to tell King Lear every day that he was getting increasingly senile.

King Lear resisted as long as he could and argued that one kingdom was enough. “Only one who is totally senile would think so”, answered hhis daughters. There was nothing even Assange could do. One day King Lear broke down and cried as he had read the playwright Shakeseare cry):

“'Tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age,
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburden'd crawl toward death."


The Latvian Version of a Tunnel of Love.

Prince Goldenhair, however, remained untouched by the wonders of Paradise and Egypt. Though he had held the apples of Paradise and tasted the Milk of the Queen of Snakes, it was just long enough to learn how a permanent supply of such experiences was likely to be. He did not wish to commit or sacrifice his life for it.
What being in possession of the apples and the milk meant, he was soon able to witness with his own eyes.

Soon after having they had all the sex they could handle, Princess Jengland and Cornwall turned their attentions to asset accumulation. Each prince in turn came to the conclusion that neither wanted to see tKing Lear’s kingdom divided, but that he would have it an undivided whole for himself alone. Moreover, the kingdom would then become, eventually, an empire.

It became inevitable, that the brothers-in-law, though neither one had yet drawn blood, declared war on each other. Each had the support of their wives, Princesses Goneril and Regan, which is why the sisters became friendlier with their husbands than with each other. When the sisters passed each other, they bared their teeth and hissed as real snakes.

The time had come for Goldenlocks to call Giant to come help again.

This time, Jiant gave Prince Goldenlocks an axe that danced in the hands, of whoever held it, as if it had a life of its own. Jiant advised, however, the young prince not to let the axe have its own will. The Prince was to use the sword just enough to ensure that if the feud among the brothers-in-law broke into the open, the fight ended in a draw.

Such a fight came about two times, and both times it ended in a draw.

The third time the brothers-in-law went to war with each other, Jiant told the Goldenlocks that the time had come for a victory. The sword was to be given a free hand. Prince Goldenlocks was to seize the kingdom of king Lear for his sister Princess Goldenlocks Struvelpeter.

Prince Goldenlocks won the battle and then handed the kingdom to his sister. The Princes then returned the kingdom of Thebes to her father.

To celebrate the regaining of his kingdom, the King decided to host another Celebration. Since this time the table arrangements were decided by the king. King Lear sat Prince Goldenlocks in a seat between his brothers-in-law. “Knowing how smart you are, Prince Goldenlocks, let me see how you do” said King Lear and wincked.

Again there came the moment that struck the princes Jengland and Cornwall mute. When they saw that their lives were in the hands of the swine herd Goldenlocks, the princes fell on their knees and begged him to spare their lives.

What was Goldenlocks to do?

Goldenlocks then lifted up his left arm in such a way that everyone could see that it was missing the small finger.

“This is what you cost me!” he said to princes Jengland and Cornwall. “Do you remember the time you chased me into the forest and wanted to sacrifice me because I tried to help the King of the Wood? I want no lesser sacrifice from both of you.”

The ambassador of the United States of America then stood up to defend Jengland and Cornwall. He turned to Prince Goldenlocks and said: “You, Sir, are—by the evidence of your missing little finger—a terrorist.”

“Go tell it to the Giant of the Wood,” answered Prince Goldenlocks, “Your country is the cause of draught and fires. Besides, why are you sending the FBI to Thebes? Wood and grass here are believed to be true gifts of eternity.”

Then the ambassador of Equador spoke up: “Why is Julian Assange hinding in the Embassy of Equador in London? Why is England, edged on by the U.S., threatening to break into our embassy and arrest Assange? Is that not state terrorism?”

Princes Jengland and Cornwall continued to make a yammer as if they were the Pussy Riot team from Moscow. However, this time Goldenlocks’s heart was as if made of iron. He had his guards separate Jengland and Cornwall from their cushioned seats. He then had the guards stretch out the left arms of the princes and place the little fingers of the hand on a butcher block. King Lear’s court executioner raised his axe, and it went “Chop!” and “Chop! ” twice.

After the ‘pinkies’ of the Princes fell to the ground, the executioner wrapped them in a white handkerchief. With ceremony the two handkerchiefs were then taken to Thebe’s central marketplace and placed on an eye-high stone slab.

For a whole week, whenever the Thebans’ went to the marketplace and passed by the stande they had to smell the rot of the princes’ flesh.

"That will teach them respect," said the people as they went buy. They also squeezed their noses. Still, the children wanted their parents to raise them up to see.

On the second week, the executioner was called again. This time, it was to untie the hankerchiefs and expose the fingers. Not surprisingly, the fingers soon disappeared. Attracted by the smell, they had long bee watched by a pair of ravens sitting in nearby trees. Now they were picked up and discposed of in a way only ravens can.

But it was not many days later, that Thebans were surprised to hear that, Alas!, King Lear had died.

Princess Goldenlocks being the one who had with the help of Prince Goldenlocks salvaged the kingdom, announced that it was only right that the next King of Thebes be her husband Goldenlocks, while she would be happy to be the Queen.

Jiant of the Wood would be the guest of honor at the wedding. King Goldenlocks also announced that henceforth there was to be no hunting of wild animals, and wild pigs were to be officially enlisted as soldiers fighting on behalf of the Kingdom of the Wood.

Jiant lived up to his reputation as wondermaker. He brought to the wedding a thousand bees' wax candles into which were imbedded the bristles of a thousand wild pigs. While the candles burned, the incense was so strong that ever since they have been used to overcome the stench of death the world over.


'A Display of Nature' sponsored by the Latvian State Forestry Service [LVM']

[The End—for the time being.] For part 1 scroll to previous blog. Remember that in this part only the swineherd, the one who saves Prince Goldenlocks, has sacrificed something--the little finger of his left hand--while all others are only promised the possibility of losing their fingers. Now his brothers-in-law, too, join the 'selects'. Now there are three who in the eyes of the American government a re‘terrorists’ http://www.fivedoves.com/letters/dec2011/jeffb126.htm .]

July 12-30, 2012

The Story of Prince Goldenlocks (1)  
and Princess 'Goldenlocks'

The enigma of Somewhere 1

A Rewritten Fairy Tale

Posted by Eso A.B.





First: A verbatim introduction from
‘The New Yorker’

http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/04/a-brand-new-fairytale.html
Editors’ Note: In March on the Book Bench, Maria Tatar wrote about a cache of five-hundred Bavarian fairy tales that were unearthed recently in Germany. The fairy tales were compiled by the nineteenth-century ethnographer Franz Xaver von Schönwerth, a contemporary of the Grimm brothers, who was fascinated by the folkways and stories of his native region and whose tales are more raw, more concerned with capturing the rhythms of local storytelling, than the ones familiar to us. Tatar has now translated one of the tales, “King Goldenlocks,” from Erika Eichenseer’s 2010 compilation of Schönwerth’s tales in German, “Prinz Rosszwifl.” We give the tale to you here for the first time in English. Asked why she chose this particular tale, Tatar replied:

It gives us a persecuted hero rather than the conventional persecuted girl, a la Cinderella and Snow White, and it shows us that fathers can be just as cruel as the Grimms’ mothers and stepmothers. The tale also acts like a magnet, picking up bits and pieces of local color (laws about branding criminals, with punishments as a probation of sorts), Biblical and mythical themes (apples of paradise), and folk wisdom. What hooked me from the get-go was the parallel with the Grimms’ “Frog King,” which features a beautiful girl playing with her golden ball in the woods. Suddenly I understood the kaleidoscopic magic of fairy tales—a little twist here and another one there, and you have a completely different story, yet constructed from the very same bits and pieces.

(End of ‘The New Yorker’ Introduction.)



The enigma of Somewhere 2


The following  © Eso A.B.

I am in disagreement with Ms Tatar’s assertion that the fairy tale of “The Frog King” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Frog_Prince_(story)  is somehow related to or is somehow on a parallel of “Prince Goldenlocks”.

A reader who knows a little German, will notice how the word “eiserne”, meaning ‘of iron’, can--by the shifting of two consonants and a vowel--make the word read “einsam” (alone, lonely). As everyone knows, the tendency of ‘our time’ is to weaponize everything probable and improbable, which is probably why Ms Tatar choses the “eiserne” version of the fairy tale as a parallel to what more appropriately corresponds to a tale of one who is 'vulnerable'.

No fairy tale, when retold, is ever the same. I hope to prove the point through the following ‘retold’ version. No doubt, the fairy tale in my version is a ‘longer’ version of the original and could be longer still, because it brought to mind certain notions that do not appear to have been in the mind of whoever told the version collected by Schönwerth. Indeed, fairy tale telling, like singing, never stops—if only we can get the stories out of the halls of Harvard into the space of an unconstipated everyday. For all that this story teller knows, the internet (the medium of adlibbers ad infinitum) may turn out to be facilitate a new age of fairy tales.

As I see it, the “The Frog King” is a story of a lonely (and most likely poor) boy dreaming of meeting a Princess. The boy's dream has little to do with wishing to become an iron willed young man who after he starts thinking about the future (probably after taking a wife) chooses to become a banker and dedicates his life to making the ‘other’ people of the world poor—as the grim story of Grimm’s Frog King seems to hint at.

The dream of King Goldenlocks (actually only a Prince before King Bluebeard dies) is about a Goldenlocked young Princess http://www.zine5.com/archive/ft08.htm . From this perspective, the fairy tale tells the tragedy that sprang of the boy’s dream, when as after a collision of protons in a “Big Bang Machine” http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125346156 (the head of the storyteller), the protons of the story spin off sub-elements, which may or may not correspond to what the story teller is looking forward to telling his audience. As most of us know, scientists today are banging together protons in the hope of spinning off the “God particle”. Whether they produce such a particle, depends on, like Ms Tatar’s “Goldenlocks”, which story is more interesting: her’s , mine, or some other.

As we take a closer look and analyze some of the inversions and paraidolian http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pareidolia shifts of mind that follow a subjective ‘reality check’ engaged in by the story teller, the memory memes, which have held the story together and afloat in the ether of a given community’s mindset for centuries, we may begin to puncture meanings imposed on the story in earlier times, so that older layers of meaning are released from their shackles or newer meanings emerge with no idea yet what a shackle is.

One tale that spins off the “King Goldenlocks” story is the ‘ancient’ Greek tragedy by Sophocles, “King Oedipus”—to which King Goldenlocks, runs a close parallel. However, before I come to King Oedipus, let us make use of pareidolia (of my mindset) and witness how such associations come about.

Prince Goldenlocks (1) and Princess 'Goldenlocks'

The Story of Prince Goldenlocks (1)

and Princess 'Goldenlocks'
Once upon a time--most recently in a William Shakespeare play==there lived a king named Lear. The king had three daughters and a son. The King does not appear to have a wife, who may (to leep the story from having to deal with more children and more of their stories) have died in childbirh. In some versions of the story, the son does not appear. As the reader will see, this is to avoid unnecessary complications in the attempt to retell the story in the way it actually happened,
Of the three daughters, the eldest was called Joneril or Goneril (the letters J and G in those days being both pronounced as Zh or Ž, the oversexed, http://www.thefreedictionary.com/gonorrhea ).

The second oldest princess was called Le Zhan or Regan [the letters R then being pronounced as L thus Le, and G as Ž, re Le Zhan], meaning a sexual libertine. The latter meaning is still met among names used by populist folk, re Plain Jane, Crazy Jane, Pope Joan. Some of the sexual connotations are carryovers from the male John, Zhan, Huan, Hans—all of the names arising from the root ‘Yan’, which in proto human language (some say Sanscrit) may have meant ‘seed’.

The third and youngest daughter was called Princess Goldenlocks, which name was at one time pronounced Cordelia (from Cor- (heart) and –delia (tail, braid), the heart’s dilly, re http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cordelia ), the braid or knot (of love). A remnant of the association remains in the crude language of soldiers, re: “I need to get me some tail.”

King Lear also named his son, “Goldenlocks”. This male version of the name may be traced by the pareidolian method to the root of in the word for ‘seed’, i.e., Yan or John. In other words, the name Goldenlocks plays the role of a last name, which is why the princ’s real name originally was Jean or John or Ivan Goldenlocks.

The word and name of “Goldenlocks” itself probably arises from an association with the color of seed, that is, the color of cream-white or yellow or honey. At least, this is the path traced by the late English poet Robert Graves, who believed that the very origin of human language is closely connected to poetic association and paraidolia. Paraidolia, in turn, lends itself to “magic language”, which according to Graves is “…bound up with popular religious ceremonies in honour of the Moon goddess, or Muse”…. Grasves condemns in the strongest possible terms Socrates and modern philosophers, who, having gained their language through the inspiration of the Moon Goddess—easily recognized as Princess Goldenlocks—betray her gift by seeking escape in “intellectual homosexuality” or Socratic or Platonic love.

Curiously, a distant association of the name of John as seed, is retained by paraidolic association in the name of the John Deere Company http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Deere_(inventor) . John Deere invented the self-polishing plow, which made tilling the ground to receive seed that much more easy in clay soils.

Sometimes pareidolia works (meets the truth) by being able to transverse labyrinthine corridors. The story of Johnny Appleseed http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Appleseed , too, imbeds a similar association. For example, is not the seed of an apple the result of an orgasm by an apple?

One day King Lear rode into the wood to hunt.

In the far off days, the woods were not yet, as we say today, ‘deforested’. In those days, if one wished to travel from Paris to Byzantium (later moved from Alexandria Egypt to today’s Istanbul, then Kiev, then Moscow), it took three months or more. In other words, in those days, Europe was covered by wood from one end to the other, from the far East to the far West. The same woods were filled with animals never seen today. Swamps had ponds with many fish. Often the only way to get from one end of Europe to the other was by travelling the sea shores, river routes, and following animal and human tracks trod through the forests over thousands of years.

Once he had entered the forest, King Lear became lost. He blew on his hunting horn to summon help. To his great surprise, the first helper he met was Jiant, the King of the Wood. The name “Jiant” is of course but a variant on the name “giant”. Needless to say, King Lear was taken aback.

The giant was surrounded by an unkempt group of forest men of who none could speak, except for one word: “Kal-vonc”. "Kal-vonc" is perhaps a variation of the proto-Sanscrit language. These men spoke and chanted the word over and over again in all possible tones of voice.

The longer King Lear watched and listened to King Jiant and his men, the more he was convinced that they really meant to inform him that to their way of thinking, his real name was King Vonc or Yonk or John. In the course of time, the word came to stand for the word ‘chilovek’ in Russian or “cil-vehks” in Latvian. Following yet many more thousand years later, the word acquired yet other meanings (at least in Latvian), such as “celms” (a tree stump or root), “cilts” (a tribe), “cirst” (to axe), and “celt” (to build).

While many of the words mentioned are not relevant to the story of Goldenlocks, some retain an echo, nevertheless. For example, “celms” (stump or root) echoes to names such as '(Y)adam', (C)admus’, 'Krish' or ‘Christ’ (from cross, krusts), meaning equally ‘source’ and ‘cross’.

As for the relationship of the names of ‘King Lear’ and ‘King Jiant’, it can be grasped when we imagine the names to be objects and names at the same time. Therefore, the human voice may be compared to a hazel stick. The paraidolian thought process assigns importance to a hazelstick for the same reason Romans compared (visually) man-made law with a bundle of hazelsticks bound with a lock of Cordelia’s hair.

As King Lear blew on his horn to summon help, King Jiant remained standing with his back pressed against a gigantic oak tree. He gave King Lear a friendly smile.

Nevertheless, King Lear continued to blow on his hunting horn until his hunting companions, vassals, and ‘yes-men’ gathered around him.

When all his vassals had arrived, King Lear regained his composure and lost bravery.

Among the hunters were the husbands of princesses Jon-eril and Le-Zhan. Respectively, the princes were known as Jengland and Cornwall. Both Princes were King Lear’s supporters, not least because their wives were the King’s eldest daughters. King Lear had written a Last Will that divided his kingdom between his elder daughters.

Princess Goldenlocks, the king’s youngest daughter, was excluded from the Will, because—golden haired as she was--her hair was always in a disorderly state. This caused King Lear to give his daughter an additional name, that is, he called her Princes Goldenlocks Struvelpeter. Struvelpeter amdns messed up hair in German). This the King called Goldenlocks inspite of the fact that the Princess loved him dearly.

When all the vassals had gathered about him, King ordered his sons-in-law, Jengland and Corwall, to capture King Jiant of the Wood and lock him up in the castle’s dungeon.

The capture of Jiant was no easy task. The whole wood came to King Jiant’s aid. Wild pigs, some hid behind trees, came charging from their hiding places and flattened many of the king’s men against other trees. The king’s sons-in=law suffered several broken ribs.

Incidentally, all this happened in times when democracy was still the order of the day and prevailed among all inhabitants on Earth, trees including.

Eventually King Lear and his vassals managed to separate and isolate King Jiant from the ‘chilovecs’. Prince Jengland, broken ribs and all, ordered placed a noose around the foreskin of King Jiant’s robin), while Prince Cornwall jabbed King Jiant from behind with the tip of a firehardened hazelwood spear.

King Jiant was put into an branch, which was covered with a robe net. King Jiant was also castrated. Then King Lear decided that he would hold a Celebration.

Hundred runners dispersed throughout the kingdom of King Lear, which was also known as Thebes. How the messengers got to where they were going is hard to say, because in the long ago the name ‘Thebes’ was a place name, both, in Greece as well as Egypt.

While the invited guests gathered, King Lear decided to take a nap.

Meanwhile, Prince John Goldenlocks, was playing with his sister Jane (or Joan) Goldenlocks Struvelpeter in the castle’s court yard.

Both children were kicking a gold gilt rubber ball back and forth. Then Jane Goldenlocks kicked the ball, and it went flying into the net and the cage that held the King of the wood Jiant. The Princess asked Jiant to ‘please’ return the ball. Jiant did.

A little later it was the Prince Jean Goldenlock’s turn to kick the ball. He also kicked the ball into Jiant’s cage. However, when Prince Goldenlocks asked Jiant to return the ball, Jiant refused unless the Prince promised to released him.

“That is not fair!” shouted Prince Goldenlocks at Jiant. “I just saw you return the ball to Princess Goldenlocks. You even tried to give her a kiss.”

Nevertheless, because King Lear was resting, and because King Jiant was a giant, Prince Jean Goldenlocks went to his father and removed from around his neck the necklace that held the key. The Prince then gave the key, which was nothing more than a sharp stone, to King Jiant, who then gave him his ball back. Jiant snapped the branches of the cage and cut through the rope net. He then let himself go free.

Before King Jiant disappeared in the wood, he told the young Prince that: “If in the future you ever need help, just come to the forest and call out my name “’Jiant! Jiant! Jiant!’” three times. I will come and do what I can to help you.”

Jiant then disappeared into the wood. He was accompanied by song of every bird in the wood. The cranes blew their trumpets; the storks clapped their beaks in a rattle no human drummer could repeat; while the ravens “kraahed” until their happy throats turned blue; and the trees swayed as if they were alive.

The noise from the wood awakened King Lear from his nap. It may have been the yammer that was coming from the court ballroom, where the vassals, guests, yes-men, and gentlemen were discussing the case of the missing Jiant. They imagined him to be King Lear’s enemy.

When King Lear came into the midst of his guests, he was embarrassed to discover that Jiant the Giant had escaped.

“Someone let him out!” the vassals whispered among themselves.

The King and his yes-men were soon agreed, that ‘someone’ had indeed released Jiant from the cage. Everyone could see that the rope that tied the door had been cut through.

“Who did this?!” King Lear bellowed.

When no one replied, the King continued:

“Whoever did this, I will have his head on the pole by the gate until it dies! To whoever knows and tells me who did it, I will give a sack full of gold.”

Everyone in the ballroom stood silent and looked around uncomfortable. In the wood not a leaf rustled. Just when King Lear began to imagine that his question was being ignored and was about to begin yelling again, he heard a voice.

“It was Prince Goldenlocks,” said a voice.

When everyone looked who the voice belonged to, they saw it was that of Princes Goldenlock Struvelhair.

It so happened that when the Princes and the Princec played with the golden gilt ball in the courtyard, Prince Goldenlocks sometimes poked his sister from behind. He did it as if it was accidental, which it really was not. This was annoying, and Princess Goldenlocs was tired of saying: “Stop it! It was Prince Goldenlocks,” the Princess repeated just to make sure that everyone heard. “He took the flint from the King’s neck. Then he gave it to King Jiant.”

King Lear then clapped his hands and had his serfs bring from the livery his favourite donkey, the one who could not stop he-hawing gold from his throat, piddling gold dust, and dropping gold pellets from under his tail.

When the donkey was brought, King Lear had it led around princess Goldenlocks four times. The piles of gold the donkey left behind were enough to last a life-time.

When the gifting ceremony was over, everyone as if remembered to look for Prince Goldenlocks, who was nowhere to be seen. “He just ran into the wood!” said Princess Goldenlocks.

Prince Goldenlocks, who stood stunned and watching Princess Goldenlocks, slapped himself in the face and run for the wood. As he ran, he shouted something that none of the vassals had heard before:

“True democracy is possible only in the wood!” the Prince cried.

When he had entered the wood, the Prince clapped his hands and called three times: “Jiant, Jiant, Jiant!”


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