Post by PIME2 on Jul 9, 2012 7:21:47 GMT -5
This is based off an old French folklore turned fairy tale, so it’s slightly adult (though no more adult than this site has had before). Just thought I’d give a warning now.
The story is 'written' before dragons and humans allying, and the dragon is a mythisized version of a night fury (since they didn't know anything about it otherwise). After all, if dragons did exist then this would be the way the story would have gone...[/color]
A woman finished her baking, so she asked her younger sister to take some fresh bread and a pot of cream to her grandmother who lived in a forest cottage. The girl set off, and on her way she came to a crossroads where a dark dragon, of a type she’d never seen before stood.
The dragon stopped the girl and asked, “Where are you going? What do you carry?”
“I’m going to my grandmother’s house,” the girl said, in awe of the dragon she was meeting, “and I’m bringing her bread and cream.”
The dragon was hungry and the girl would be the perfect meal, but he daren’t not with a Viking nearby hunting for food.
“Which path will you take?” the dragon asked, “The path of Needles of the path of Pins?”
“The path of Needles,” said the girl.
"Why then, I'll take the Path of Needles, and we'll see who gets there first."
The girl set off, the dragon set off, and the Dragon reached Grandmother's cottage first. He quickly killed the old woman and gobbled her up, flesh, blood, and bone - except for a bit of flesh that he put in a little dish on the pantry shelf, and except for a bit of blood that he drained into a little bottle. Then the Dragon dressed in Grandmother's cap and shawl and climbed into bed.
When the girl arrived, the Dragon called out, "Pull the peg and come in, my child."
"Grandmother," said the girl, "Sister sent me here with a bread and a cream."
"Put them in the pantry, child. Are you hungry?”
"Yes, I am, Grandmother."
"Then cook the meat that you'll find on the shelf. Are you thirsty?"
"Yes, I am, Grandmother."
"Then drink the bottle of wine you'll find on the shelf beside it, child."
As the young girl cooked and ate the meat, a little cat piped up and cried, "You are eating the flesh are your grandmother!"
“Grandmother! The cat is saying I’m eating your flesh.”
"Throw your shoe at that noisy cat, it tells you lies," said the dragon, and so she did.
As she drank the wine, a small bird cried, "You are drinking the blood of your grandmother!"
"Throw your other shoe at that noisy bird," said the dragon, and so she did.
When she finished her meal, the dragon said, "Are you tired from your journey, child? Then take off your clothes, come to bed, and I shall warm you up."
"Where shall I put my Coat, Grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, child, for you won't need it anymore."
"Where shall I put my vest, Grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, for you won't need it anymore."
The girl repeated this question for her skirt, her arm warmers, and her leggings. The dragon gave the same answer, and she threw each item on the fire. As she comes to bed, she says to him, "Grandmother, how hairy and scaly you are!"
"The better to keep you warm, my child,"
"Grandmother, what big arms you have!"
"The better to hold you close, my child."
"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"The better to hear you with, my child."
"Grandmother, what sharp teeth you have!"
"The better to eat you with, my child. Now come and lie beside me."
"But first I must go and relieve myself."
"Do it in the bed, my child."
"I cannot. I must go outside," the girl says cleverly, for now she knows that it's the dragon who is lying in Grandmother's bed.
"Then go outside," the dragon agrees, "but mind that you come back again quickly. I'll tie your ankle with a woollen thread so I'll know just where you are." He ties her ankle with a sturdy thread, but as soon as the girl has gone outside she cuts the thread with her knife and ties it to a plum tree.
The dragon, growing impatient, calls out, "What, have you finished yet, my child?" When no one answers, he calls again. "Are you watering the grass or feeding the trees?" No answer. He leaps from bed, follows the thread, and finds her gone.
The dragon gives chase, and soon the girl can hear him on the path just behind her. She runs and runs until she reaches a river that's swift and deep. Some laundresses work on the river bank. "Please help me cross," she says to them. They spread a sheet over the water, holding tightly to its ends. As the dragon reached the back, he went for the girl, but the women moved the sheet and he flew into the water and drowned.
The story is 'written' before dragons and humans allying, and the dragon is a mythisized version of a night fury (since they didn't know anything about it otherwise). After all, if dragons did exist then this would be the way the story would have gone...[/color]
A woman finished her baking, so she asked her younger sister to take some fresh bread and a pot of cream to her grandmother who lived in a forest cottage. The girl set off, and on her way she came to a crossroads where a dark dragon, of a type she’d never seen before stood.
The dragon stopped the girl and asked, “Where are you going? What do you carry?”
“I’m going to my grandmother’s house,” the girl said, in awe of the dragon she was meeting, “and I’m bringing her bread and cream.”
The dragon was hungry and the girl would be the perfect meal, but he daren’t not with a Viking nearby hunting for food.
“Which path will you take?” the dragon asked, “The path of Needles of the path of Pins?”
“The path of Needles,” said the girl.
"Why then, I'll take the Path of Needles, and we'll see who gets there first."
The girl set off, the dragon set off, and the Dragon reached Grandmother's cottage first. He quickly killed the old woman and gobbled her up, flesh, blood, and bone - except for a bit of flesh that he put in a little dish on the pantry shelf, and except for a bit of blood that he drained into a little bottle. Then the Dragon dressed in Grandmother's cap and shawl and climbed into bed.
When the girl arrived, the Dragon called out, "Pull the peg and come in, my child."
"Grandmother," said the girl, "Sister sent me here with a bread and a cream."
"Put them in the pantry, child. Are you hungry?”
"Yes, I am, Grandmother."
"Then cook the meat that you'll find on the shelf. Are you thirsty?"
"Yes, I am, Grandmother."
"Then drink the bottle of wine you'll find on the shelf beside it, child."
As the young girl cooked and ate the meat, a little cat piped up and cried, "You are eating the flesh are your grandmother!"
“Grandmother! The cat is saying I’m eating your flesh.”
"Throw your shoe at that noisy cat, it tells you lies," said the dragon, and so she did.
As she drank the wine, a small bird cried, "You are drinking the blood of your grandmother!"
"Throw your other shoe at that noisy bird," said the dragon, and so she did.
When she finished her meal, the dragon said, "Are you tired from your journey, child? Then take off your clothes, come to bed, and I shall warm you up."
"Where shall I put my Coat, Grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, child, for you won't need it anymore."
"Where shall I put my vest, Grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, for you won't need it anymore."
The girl repeated this question for her skirt, her arm warmers, and her leggings. The dragon gave the same answer, and she threw each item on the fire. As she comes to bed, she says to him, "Grandmother, how hairy and scaly you are!"
"The better to keep you warm, my child,"
"Grandmother, what big arms you have!"
"The better to hold you close, my child."
"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"The better to hear you with, my child."
"Grandmother, what sharp teeth you have!"
"The better to eat you with, my child. Now come and lie beside me."
"But first I must go and relieve myself."
"Do it in the bed, my child."
"I cannot. I must go outside," the girl says cleverly, for now she knows that it's the dragon who is lying in Grandmother's bed.
"Then go outside," the dragon agrees, "but mind that you come back again quickly. I'll tie your ankle with a woollen thread so I'll know just where you are." He ties her ankle with a sturdy thread, but as soon as the girl has gone outside she cuts the thread with her knife and ties it to a plum tree.
The dragon, growing impatient, calls out, "What, have you finished yet, my child?" When no one answers, he calls again. "Are you watering the grass or feeding the trees?" No answer. He leaps from bed, follows the thread, and finds her gone.
The dragon gives chase, and soon the girl can hear him on the path just behind her. She runs and runs until she reaches a river that's swift and deep. Some laundresses work on the river bank. "Please help me cross," she says to them. They spread a sheet over the water, holding tightly to its ends. As the dragon reached the back, he went for the girl, but the women moved the sheet and he flew into the water and drowned.