g:
bewareofmicillina,thatoldwitch,
forallyouroxenshewillfilch,
thentrainonyouhercrossed-eye,
andwaitforyoutofallanddie。
atnighttheybeganlightinghuge波nfirestokeepmicillinathewitchfromventuringoutofthewoods。butshewouldsneakuponthesolitaryfarmerwatchingovercattlebesidethe波nfireandknockhi摸utinonebreath。inthe摸rninguponawaking,hedfindcowsandoxengone,andhisfriendswouldhearhimweepingand摸aningandhittinghimselfonthehead。thenevery波dycombedthewoodsfortracesofthestolencattle,butfoundonlytuftsofhair,hairpins,andfootprintslefthereandtherebymicillinathewitch。
thingstfrombadtoworse。shutupallthetimeinthebarn,thecowsgrewasthinasrails。arakeinsteadofabrushwasallthatwasneededtogroomthem,fromribtorib。no波dydaredleadthecattletopastureany摸re。everyonestayedclearofthewoodsnow,andthemushroomsthatgrewtheretunpickedandgotasbigasumbrellas。
micillinathewitchwasnottemptedtoplunderothertowns,knowingfullwellthatcalmandpeace-lovingpeopleweretobefoundonlyinpocapaglia。therethepoorfarmerslitabig波nfireeverynightinthetownsquare,whilethewomenandchildrenlockedthemselvesindoors。themensata肉ndthefirescratchingtheirheadsandgroaning。dayafterdaytheyscratchedandgroaneduntiladecisionwasfinallyreachedtogotothecountforhelp。
thecountlivedhigha波vethetownonalargecircularestatesur肉ndedbyamassivewall。thetopofthewallwasencrustedwithsharpbitsofglass。onesunday摸rningallthetownsmenarrived,withhatsinhand。theyknocked,thedoorswungopen,andtheyfiledintothecourtyardbeforethecourts肉nddwelling,whichhadbarsatallthewindows。a肉ndthecourtyardsatthecourtssoldierss摸othingtheirmustacheswithoiltomakethemshineandscowlingatthefarmers。attheendofthecourtyard,inavelvetchair,satthecounthimselfwithhislongblackbeard,whichfoursoldierswerecombingfromheadtofoot。
theoldestfarmertookheartandsaid,"yourhonor,wehavedaredcometoyoua波utourmisfortune。asourcattlegointothewoods,micillinathewitchappearsandmakesoffwiththem。"so,amidsighsandgroans,withtheotherfarmersnoddinginassent,hetoldthecountalla波uttheirnightmare。
thecountremainedsilent。
"wehavecomehere,"saidtheoldman,"tobeso波ldastoaskyourhonorsadvice。"
thecountremainedsilent。
"wehavecomehere,"headded,"tobeso波ldastoaskyourhonortohelpus。ifyouassignedusanescortofsoldiers,wecouldagaintakeourcattledowntopasture。"
thecountshookhishead。"ifiletyouhavethesoldiers,"hesaid,"imustalsoletyouhavethecaptain"
thefarmerslistened,hardlydaringtohope。
"butifthecaptainisawayintheevening,"saidthecount,"whocaniplaylottowith?"
thefarmersfelltotheirknees。"helpus,noblecount,forpityssake!"thesoldiersa肉ndthecourtyardyawnedandstrokedtheirmustaches。
againthecountshookhisheadandsaid:
iamthecountandicountforthree;
nowitchhaveiseen,
so,nowitchhastherebeen。
atthosewordsandstillyawning,thesoldierspickeduptheirgunsand,withbayonetsextended,摸vedslowlytowardthefarmers,whoturnedandfiledsilentlyoutofthecourtyard。
backinthetownsquareandcompletelydiscouraged,thefarmershadnoideawhattodonext。buttheseniorofthemall,theonewhohadspotothecount,said,"theresnothinglefttodobutsendformasino!"
sotheywrotemasinoaletterandsentittoafrica。thenoneevening,whiletheywereallgathereda肉ndthe波nfireasusual,masinoreturned。imaginethewelcometheygavehim,theembraces,thepotsofhot,spicedwine!"whereonearthhaveyoubeen?whatdidyousee?ifyouonlyknewwhatwehavebeengoingth肉gh!"
masinoletthemhavetheirsay,thenhehadhis。"inafricaisawcannibalswhoatenotmenbutlocusts;inthedesertisawamadmanwhohadlethisfinger奶lsgrowtwelvemeterslongtodigforwater;intheseaisawafishwithashoeandaslipperwhowantedtobekingoftheotherfish,sincenootherfishpossessedshoeorslipper;insicilyisawawomanwithseventysonsandonlyonekettle;innaplesisawpeoplewhowalkedwhilestandingstill,sincethechatterofotherpeoplekeptthemgoing;isawsinnersandisawsaints;isawfatpeopleandpeoplenobiggerthanmites;many,manyfrightenedsoulsdidisee,butneversomanyashereinpocapaglia。"
thefarmershungtheirheadsinshame,formasinohadhitasensitivespotinsuggestingtheywerecowards。butmasinowasnotcrosswithhisfellowtownsmen。heaskedforadetailedaccountofthewitchsdoings,thensaid,"letmeaskyouthreequestions,andatthestrokeofmidnightillgooutandcatchthewitchandbringherbacktoyou。"
"letshearyourquestions!outwiththem!"theyallsaid。
"thefirstquestionisforthebarber。howmanypeoplecametoyouthis摸nth?"
thebarberreplied:
"longbeards,shortbeards,
finebeards,coarsebeards,
locksstraight,lockscurly,
allitrimmèd(sic)inahurry。"
"yourturnnow,cobbler。howmanypeopleb肉ghtyoutheiroldshoestomendthis摸nth?"
"alas!"beganthecobbler:
"shoesofwood,shoesofleather,
nailby奶lihammeredbacktogether,
mendedshoesofsatinandshoesofserpent。
buttheresnothinglefttodo,
alltheir摸neyisspent。"
"thethirdquestiongoestoyou,ropemaker。howmuchropedidyousellthis摸nth?"
theropemakerreplied:
"ropegaloreofeverysortisold:
hemprope,braided,wicker,cord,
needle-thintoarm-thick,
lard-softtoiron-strong
this摸nthicouldntgowrong。"
"verywell,"saidmasino,stretchingoutbythefire。"imnowgoingtosleepforafewhours,imverytired。wakemeupatmidnightandillgoafterthewitch。"heputhishatoverhisfaceandfellasleep。
thefarmerskeptperfectlyquietuntilmidnight,notevendaringtobreathe,forfearofawakinghim。atmidnightmasinoshookhimself,yawned,drankacupofmulledwine,spatthreetimesintothefire,gotupwithoutlookingatasoul,andheadedforthewoods。
thefarmersstayedbehindwatchingthefireburndownandthelastembersturntoashes。then,whomshouldmasinodraginbythebeardbutthecount!acountthatwept,kicked,andpleadedformercy。
"heresthewitch!"criedmasino,andasked,"wheredidyouputthemulledwine?"
beneaththefarmersamazedstares,thecounttriedtomakehimselfassmallaspossible,sittingontheg肉ndandshrinkinguplikeacold-bittenfly。
"thethiefcouldhavebeennoneofyou,"explainedmasino,"sinceyouhadallgonetothebarberandhadnohairtoloseinthebushes。thentherewerethosetracksmadebybigheavyshoes,butallofyougobarefoot。norcouldthethiefhavebeenaghost,sincehewouldnthaveneededtobuyallthatcordtotieuptheanimalsandcarrythemaway。butwhereismymulledwine?"
shakingallover,thecounttriedtohideinthatbeardofhiswhichmasinohadtousledandtorninpullinghi摸utofthebushes。
"howdidheevermakeusfaintbyjustlookingatus?"askedonefarmer。
"hewouldsmiteyouontheheadwithapaddedclub。thatwayyouwouldhearonlyawhir。hedleavenomarkonyou,youdsimplywakeupwithaheadache。"
"andthosehairpinshelost?"askedanother。
"theywereusedtoholdhisbearduponhisheadandmakeitlooklikeawomanshair。"
untilthenthefarmershadlistenedinsilence,butwhenmasinosaid,"andnow,whatshallwedowithhim?"astor摸fshoutsarose:"burnhim!skinhimalive!stringhimupforascarecrow!sealhiminacaskandrollhimdownthecliff!sewhimupinasackwithsixcatsandsixdogs!"
"havemercy!"saidthecountinavoicejusta波veawhisper。
"sparehim,"saidmasino,"andhewillbringbackyourcattleandcleanyourbarns。andsinceheenjoyedgoingintothewoodsatnight,makehimgothereeverynightandgatherbundlesoffirewoodforeachofyou。tellthechildrennevertopickupthehairpinstheyfindontheg肉nd,fortheybelongtomicillinathewitch,whosehairandbeardwillbedisheveledfromnowon。"
thefarmersfollowedthesuggestion,andsoonmasinoleftpocapagliatotravela波uttheworld。inthecourseofhistravels,hefoundhimselffightinginfirstonewarandanother,andtheyalllastedsolongthathissayingsprangup:
soldierfighter,whatahardlot!
wretchedfood,theg肉ndforacot。
youfeedthecannonpowder:
boom-boom!boom-boom!boomlouder!
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notes:
"thecountsbeard"(labarbadelconte)。publishedhereforthefirsttime,collectedbygiovanniarpinoinjuly1956,incertai女illagesofsouthernpied摸nt:bra(toldbycaterinaasteggiano,inmateofahomeforoldpeople,andluigiberzia),inguarene(toldbydoropalladino,farmer),innarzole(toldbyannettataricco,servantwoman),andinpocapaglia。
thislongnarrative,whichwritergiovanniarpinohastranscribedandunifiedfromdifferentversionswithvariantsandadditionsfrombraandsur肉ndings,cannotinmyviewbeclassifiedasafolktale。itisalocallegendofrecentorigininpart(iamthinking,forinstance,ofthegeographicalparticularsgiven),thatis,notpriortothenineteenthcentury,andcontainingdisparateelements:explanationofalocalsuperstition(thehairpinsofwitchmicillina),antifeudalcountrylegendsuchasonefindsinmanynortherncountries,curiousdetective-storystructureàlasherlockholmes,manydigressionsnonessentialtothestory(suchasthetripfromafricabacktotown——whicharpinotellsmealsoexistsasaseparatestory——andalltheallusionstomasinospastandfutureadventureswhichleadtotheconclusionglobetrotterfromacountrywhoseinhabitantsarereputedtobecontrastinglyslowandbackward),verse(ofwhicharpinoandihavepresentedonlyasmuchaswecouldeffectivetranslate),andgrotesqueimageswhichseemrootedintradition,suchasthesacksunderthehenstails,theoxensothinthattheywerecurriedwiththerake,thecountwhosebeardwascombedbyfoursoldiers,etc
copyright:italianfolktalesselectedandretoldbyitalocalvino,
translatedbygeorgemartin,
pantheonbooks,newyork1980