05/06/2022
Mr Seven Inches loosened the silver chain that fastened the boat, and pushed away, and after grinning at the four men, said to them. ‘Say your byes to your daughters and your brides for awhile.
Pointing to the youngest, who had seen the reflection of his sweetheart on the shiny head of Seven Inches, he said 'you need not fear, you’ll recover your princess all in good time, and together you and she will be as happy as the day is long. Even if bad people were rolling stark naked in gold, they would still not be rich. Goodbye.
They sailed away; and the ladies stretched out their hands, but weren’t able to say a word; and the poor men couldn’t move hand or foot to follow them. Staring at Seven Inches handing the three princesses out of the boat, and letting them down by a basket into a draw-well was all they could do.
When the last princess was out of sight, the men regained the strength in their limbs. They ran, and they didn't get tired until they came to the well and windlass; and there was the thick silken rope rolled on the axle, and the nice white basket hanging to it.
‘Let me down,’ the youngest prince said; ‘I’ll recover them or I'll die trying.
‘No,’ the second daughter’s sweetheart says, ‘it is my turn first.’
‘I am the eldest.’ breaks in the voice of the other prince, 'let me go in and bring them back. So they gave way to him, and he got into the basket, and down they let him. They lost sight of him at first, and then, after winding off about a hundred perches of the thick rope, it slackened, and they stopped turning.
The men waited for hours but there was no pull on the rope. They set guards till the next morning but there was no sign of pressure on the thick silken rope.
Old-time folk and fairies retold by Uncle Olive