The DragonÕs Son
A Romanian fairy tale
retold by Craig Coss
Once upon a time, a gruesome red dragon lived in a
beautiful valley high in the mountains. He would capture passers-by along the
road near the entrance to his valley, asking them each this riddle:
ÒCan
you tell me why my valley, where the days are always as lovely as the warmest
days of summer, is surrounded by icicles as hard as the coldest stone in
winter?Ó
But
no person ever answered his riddle, and so the red dragon ate them all.
The
dragon had a magical ring that allowed him to change his shape. Once he fell in
love with a lady and, disguised as a strong hero, he married her. But one day,
soon after their son Mihai was born, the dragon went walking in the valley
alone, and he removed his ring. But his poor wife caught sight of her husband
in his true form, and it shocked her so severely that she died of fright. After
that, the dragon always appeared before his son as a tall hero in a silver
mantle, and so Mihai never knew what his father really was.
Once,
when Mihai had grown to be a handsome young man, he ran home from the woods to
tell his father of a rumor he had heard.
ÒFather,
I have listened to the voices of the trees, and they told me tales of a
terrible red dragon that lives near our valley, and who feeds on human blood. Father,
I believe I am strong enough now to kill this red dragon myself.Ó
ÒAlas, my son! What
if this dragon is not as wicked as the trees say?Ó
ÒThe dragon is evil,
father, for it eats people and causes great suffering in this land.Ó
ÒBut what if it
cannot eat other foods, but must eat people? Is it the dragonÕs fault if it is
true to its nature? Is it evil to
be what you are?Ó
ÒFather, I do not
care for the dragonÕs fate, but for the lives of the knights he kills. So I ask
you now: give me a swift steed and a bright sword, so I may find that dragon
and pierce his heart.Ó
ÒYes, son of mine,Ó
sighed the dragon, ÒI will give you the sword you ask for, but even without it you
may pierce the poor dragonÕs heart.Ó
The dragon led his
son to the stable and gave him a fine steed, and then buckled a broad sword of
steel at his side. And saddled on his new horse, Mihai rode from the valley in
search of the red dragon. But his father knew that he hunted the dragon in
vain.
After the echoes of
the horse hooves left the valley, the dragon removed his ring and curled up on his
favorite rock. ÒMy joy is gone,Ó he spoke to the sky. ÒO when will my son come
back to me?Ó Thus he lay on his stone for three days without eating or
sleeping. But on the fourth day, he felt so weak that he could not resist any
longer, and decided to wait by the road and see what food might come by.
There, the dragon
found an old voivode, a nobleman of many years, riding up on his horse. ÒThis
old lord has lived a full life already,Ó the dragon said to himself. ÒHe
certainly has not many years left. What harm would be done if I just ate this
one old man?Ó
So the dragon
suddenly seized the voivode, pulled him from his steed, and asked him his riddle.
ÒIf
you can answer my riddle, old prince, I shall not eat you. Can you tell me why
my valley, where the days are always as lovely as the warmest day in summer, is
surrounded by icicles as hard as the coldest stone in winter?Ó
The
poor voivode could hardly think as he struggled to free himself from the red
dragonÕs grasp. ÒEhÉwellÉahÉÓ
ÒNo,
I donÕt think that answer will work,Ó said the dragon. ÒAny other solutions?Ó
After
pondering a moment, trembling in fear, the voivode asked, ÒHow can your valley
be always as warm as summer? You must be mistaken!Ó
ÒNo,Ó
said the dragon, Òyou, sir, are the one who is mistaken.Ó And with one bite,
the red dragon chewed and swallowed the old voivode. He lay back on the cliff, belched
louder than any tuba, and rubbed the scales of his mighty underbelly. Then he pulled
from his teeth an enchanted whistle of ivory which the voivode had worn around
his neck.
ÒIÕll give this
magic whistle to my son when he returns,Ó the dragon thought.
But his son would not return soon. Mihai rode his fiery
steed through the woods, and he sang as the sun shone upon his brow: ÒSurly the
sun sees few things finer than a young warrior, galloping free from home, in
search of his heartÕs desire!Ó
But on the fourth
day of his quest, Mihai heard a shrill cry for help in the woods. He turned his
horse to follow the voice, and soon found a young lady in the woods, with a
monstrous beast upon her. Quickly, he rode at the beast and struck it with his
sword. The creature fell, and the maiden held fast to Mihai as he leapt from
his horse.
ÒThank you, thank
you, young hero,Ó she said, trembling. ÒMy father and I went hunting at dawn
with our falcons, and I left him to pick berries in this glade. Suddenly, this
monster attacked me, and I could not reach my dagger.
ÒMy
father is the great lord who lives where the whispering rivers meet. Please let
me take you to our fair palace. My father and all of our knights must meet you,
and you will be our honored guest tonight. There I shall give you a gold and
silver veil and a red belt that I have woven with my own hands!Ó
The princess ran to
where she had tied her horse nearby, whistled for her falcon, and then the two rode beside each other
through the woods. And as they rode together, their horses often stumbled, as
the couple looked more at each other than the path before them. The princess
laughed, ÒSurly our steeds are not pleased to carry so happy a pair!Ó And
giggling together, they neared the palace where the whispering rivers met.
But
their mirth did not last long, for they heard voices grieving about the castle.
The princess rode through the gatehouse and up to the soldiers, who met her
with heads hung low. ÒWhy do the women wail? Tell me why the soldiers are
silent!Ó
At
last the eldest knight approached the princess, and told her, ÒFair princess,
open your tresses and spill your hair upon your shoulders. Your brave father,
our lord, is dead. The red dragon has slain him at the entrance to the valley.Ó
The
princess frowned and her eyes filled with tears. ÒMy sorrow is as great as the
forest and the skies! Fetch me my fatherÕs wildest steed, and I will bring his
body back on his own horse!Ó
The
soldier did not answer, but only shook his head slowly. And the princess
understood. The dragon not only killed her father, but ate him too.
For three days the princess locked herself in her
chamber and would not see anyone. Finally, her closest servant knocked on her
door with a message from Mihai. ÒYour grace, the young stranger you brought
home wishes you to know that he has sworn or your veil to avenge your fatherÕs
death, to slay the red dragon, and to bring the monsterÕs head to our palace
gate.Ó
ÒBring
him to me at once,Ó she replied. So the servant brought Mihai up to her
chamber, where she left the two alone.
ÒIÕm
sorry, my new friend,Ó she told him, ÒI had wanted you to find good cheer in
our palace, but here is only grief. All of our treasures have lost their luster
in the shadow of my fatherÕs death.Ó
ÒI
could gaze upon no finer treasure than your eyes, which are the brightest
jewels my heart has ever seen.Ó He knelt before her, saying, ÒI do love thee.
Please let me take you to my home, where you may meet my brave father. Our
valley is a wild place, but full of love that makes everything bright.Ó
ÒOh
my love,Ó she cried, hugging him, ÒGo and tell your father I shall meet him
there in three days. And after the red dragon is slain, I shall marry you, and
we can live together in peace.Ó
Meanwhile, in the valley, the red dragon lay lazily in
the grass, staring at the sun. ÒO where is my handsome son? When will Mihai
return to me?Ó Scarcely had he spoken these words when he heard the distant
thunder of an approaching rider. He quickly placed his ring back on his finger
and became the stalwart hero in the silver mantle.
ÒFather,
father!Ó said Mihai, leaping from his horse. ÒGreat news! I have met the most
wondrous of women—a princess even—and she intends to marry me!Ó
ÒIf sheÕs a princeÕs daughter, and lives
in a palace, our humble home is no place for her, Mihai. We must build her a
palace here.Ó
ÒBut
father, she will be here in three days!Ó
ÒMy boy, you look tired from your
travels. Why donÕt you get some rest tonight and let your father take care of
things?Ó
So
when Mihai went to bed, the dragon walked to the fields in the middle of the
valley, and drew forth a magical sword from itÕs scabbard. With the blade of
the sword, he traced the foundation of a great palace in the earth, and waving
it in the air, he traced its silhouette, with elegant turrets and terraces that
touched the sky. And as he waved the blade, the icicles from the high mountain
tops flew down over the wild valley. Over the field they danced through the
air, weaving a palace of ice between them. The chambers and towers which grew
high as the mountain peaks under the stars glowed with a rosy hue in the light
of dawn. And, sheathing his sword at last, the dragon said to himself, ÒFor a
red dragon, IÕm awfully clever. Certainly Mihai will be proud of his father now.Ó
But
when Mihai awoke and beheld the castle, he ran to his father, enraged. ÒTell me
what wizardry has built that palace in one night! It is a treasure yes: a joy
to behold, but it is wizardry for sure. Please tell me you are not a wizard,
father, for I would not be a wizardÕs son!Ó
His
father trembled. ÒOf course not, son; I am no wizard. But a fairy who used to
love me when I was young still grants me favors from time to time. It is she
who has built this palace of ice for you. She visited just last night.Ó
Mihai
beamed at his fatherÕs answer, and when the princess rode into the wild valley,
he kissed her hand, and then kissed her lips. ÒHere is the palace where our
hearts will dwell. Although it is made of ice, our love will warm it soon. It
was a gift of a fairy who loved my father once when he was young.Ó
ÒYoung
and handsome like you, Mihai,Ó the princess said with a wink.
And
then the dragon approached, appearing as the stalwart hero wearing his mantle
of silver. He greeted her with a bow, saying, ÒSurely, sweet maiden, where your
soft feet tread, the fragrant bulbs will bloom and the sun will forever shine.Ó
As
the three of them strolled through the halls of crystal, the princess suddenly
put her hand to her chest. ÒMy bird, my little yellow falcon! I left it soaring
as I entered your valley. Usually, I carry my ivory whistle with me, but IÕve
forgotten it today. If I only had my whistle, I could call my falcon back!Ó
ÒDo
not fear for your falcon, dear,Ó said the dragon. ÒYou may use this whistle to
summon your bird.Ó And the dragon drew the voivodeÕs ivory whistle from his
sleeve.
As
the princess took the whistle into her hands, her face turned pale. ÒWhy, this
is my fatherÕs whistle—my poor fatherÕs own ivory whistle that he wore on
his neck! How did you come by this whistle?Ó she asked the dragon.
The
dragon told her: ÒThe wandering brook brings many things through this valley,
and it brought this whistle to me. I found it while resting on its banks.Ó
The
princess called her falcon with the whistle, and, noticing a little crimson spot
of blood dried on it, she kissed the spot. ÒPlease let me keep it. I will
always wear it close to my heart.Ó
ÒBut
you must be hungry!Ó said Mihai. ÒCome, let us feast together.Ó And the three
seated themselves around a long table, and drank wine together from goblets of
crystal cut like diamonds.
As
the hall filled with their joyful voices, the dragon leaned back in his chair
and thought to himself, ÒIn all my life, I have never been so happy.Ó
But his
contentment did not last long. During the meal, the princess asked, ÒWhy has
your father not eaten any food? We have almost finished dinner, and he hasnÕt
eaten a thing!Ó
ÒI
have a special diet, my dear,Ó he said with a shudder. ÒI can only eat the
fruits that grow on the distant mountain tops. Do not mind me; I shall eat
later.Ó
So
they talked of warriors and horses, falcons and wild beasts, and after dinner
each sang a song. Then Mihai asked his father to touch his brideÕs soft hair:
ÒIt is as fine as silk, my father!Ó
But
as the dragon did so, the little spot of blood on the whistle whispered,
saying: ÒHow can a princess allow her fatherÕs murderer to touch her hair?Ó
ÒWho
speaks those awful words!Ó she asked.
The
dragon bit his lip and said, ÒI apologize. The fairy loved a certain sparrow,
which she gave the gift of speech. Unfortunately, it often speaks at random. It
is nothing. Please, let us drink the rich burning wine!Ó
Then Mihai called his father again,
ÒCome and take my seat, father, and look into my sweet brideÕs eyes. They are
deep as the river.Ó
But
as the dragon took his sonÕs chair and gazed into the eyes of the princess, the
voice, quite loudly this time, spoke again from the whistle: ÒHow can a great
princess allow her fatherÕs murderer to gaze into her eyes!Ó
ÒIÕm
sorry,Ó the dragon stuttered, Òit is the voice of the wind in the willow trees.
Sometimes the wind tells strange tales, but it is nothing. Come, let us walk by
the river where the long rushes sing.Ó And he led them from the table.
Outside,
as the three walked beside the river, Mihai said with delight, ÒFather, please,
take the princessÕs hand, and I shall hold her flowers, her dagger, and her
veil.Ó
But
as the dragon took the princessÕs hand in his, the ghostly voice spoke boldly:
ÒTouch not the hand of your fatherÕs murderer, Princess!Ó
With
this, Mihai drew his sword to kill the invisible fiend. ÒIt is madness! We all
know that the red dragon murdered her father—the same red dragon that I
have sworn to slay, or die in his embrace!Ó
But
the voice replied, ÒMihai will break his promise; Mihai will not keep his
word.Ó
Hearing
this, he jabbed his sword into the earth and knelt before his bride, taking her
hand. ÒHear this solemn oath of mine, my lady: I shall eat neither flesh nor
fruit, drink neither wine nor water, nor look into thy soft eyes again until I
have slain the red dragon and brought its ugly head to you.Ó
But
his father interjected, ÒMy son, your oath is rash! Do not make so severe a
promise. You will need strength to fight a dragon, and so you must eat!Ó
ÒYou
are right, Father, but I have spoken. You have taught me that a heroÕs words
are only as good as his deeds, and therefore I will hold true to my oath, and
neither eat nor drink until the red dragon is slain.Ó He turned to the princess
again, kissed her cheek, and strode from the hall. Outside, he saddled his
horse and rode into the night, once again in pursuit of the dragon.
The
princess fell silent and the dragon sighed and pondered, for he knew his sonÕs
proud heart, and knew that he would keep his fast until he killed the dragon.
Then,
taking leave of the princess, he walked into the night, and under the stars removed
his ring. He pulled out his silver wand, and spun it in the air before him.
ÒO wand
of mine,Ó he cried, Òmy son has sworn to avenge a murder. But I am the
murderer; I am the dragon. What must I do, my magic wand, who is wise in all
things?Ó
ÒGet
him to break his oath and drink but a drop of your blood,Ó the wand told him. ÒFor
the blood of a dragon holds much magical power, and he will be under your spell.
He will imagine to have slain the red dragon. Then, give him one of your
massive teeth to bring back to his bride.Ó
For two days the dragon hunted his son through the
woods until he found him looking haggard and weary on his horse.
ÒMy
son, have you found the monster?Ó
ÒNo,
father. It goes hard with me. I have caught no sign of the red dragon.Ó
ÒAre
you hungry? Are you thirsty?Ó
ÒIt
is the thirst that burns my heart. My energy is failing, though my spirit is
still strong.Ó
ÒSon,
please quench your thirst with a drop of your own fatherÕs blood. Let me cut my
arm; it will be a healing spring to you in this time of need.Ó
ÒNo
father, I have sworn against it.Ó
ÒYou
swore an oath not to drink wine nor water, but said nothing of your own fatherÕs
blood. Here, come drink, and be restored.Ó
ÒDo
not tempt me! You know the meaning of my oath. Now I must ride off.Ó
And
Mihai rode for three more days. His father followed and watched him from afar,
until he saw Mihai slump and fall from his saddle. Then he ran to his sonÕs
side.
ÒHow
goes it, son?Ó
ÒFather,
brave father, I am dying—but I have kept my oath. I have not found the
dragon, but no food or water has touched my lips.Ó
ÒSurely
you must stop. Let me open my veins: my blood will flow, you will drink and be
strong again!Ó
ÒTempt
me not, father. You have taught me how sacred are a heroÕs words: as sacred as
his deeds. And when he dies to keep his oath, most sacred is his death.Ó
ÒMy
son, please reconsider. Drink of my blood. One drop will not stain the purity
of your promise.Ó
But
Mihai turned away in silence, sat himself at the base of a cypress by the
river, and said farewell to his life.
His father sighed
deeply then, and whispered these words: ÒMy brave son, at dusk, in the light of
the setting sun, rise up and walk ten steps through the tall reeds to the
river. There you will find the red dragon, who will fight a great battle with
thee.Ó
And Mihai watched
his father walk towards the river and vanish in the rushes. When the sun had
set, remembering his fatherÕs words, Mihai tottered to his feet with the last
of his strength. He drew his sword and stumbled through the riverÕs tall reeds.
There, amid the long shadows and the red light of dusk, in the middle of the
river, rose the red dragon, great and fierce!
With every fiber of
his being, Mihai lifted his sword and yelled a cry of joy and hatred. Yet
before he could bring his blade to clash upon the monsterÕs jaws, the red
dragon collapsed and lay dead in the river.
ÒFather!Ó Mihai
shouted to the sky, ÒYou have cheated me out of my prize! You have poisoned the
monster, surely. I cannot boast to have slain the dragon!Ó And thus Mihai
howled by the river, his hand on his useless sword.
Back in the
marvelous palace, Mihai and the princess held a wedding feast for three days
and three nights. But after the revels, they still waited for his father to
return.
ÒSurely
my father must have battled the dragon himself,Ó said Mihai. ÒPerhaps he did
not escape without injury.Ó
ÒThen
I will send all of my warriors to comb the land. Certainly they will find him,
and if the monster has hurt him, we shall treat his wounds quickly.Ó So the
princess sent all of her soldiers to search the forest and the valleys for sight
or word of him, but after many days they returned without news. The couple
searched themselves up and down the riverbanks, but with no greater success.
ÒMy
love,Ó Mihai told the princess, ÒI fear the worst. Perhaps the dragon wounded
father in the river, and he sank to the bottom or washed to the sea.Ó Then tears
welled up in MihaiÕs eyes, as he said, ÒHe has given his life for mine.Ó
That
night, after he called off the search, exhaustion overcame Mihai. And when he
closed his eyes to sleep, his father spoke to him in a dream: Yes, I have
died, my fair son. I cannot tell thee more. My crimes were great and many, but know
that I have loved you well. So speak no more of the red dragon, but often speak
of me. And whenever you draw your bright sword in tournament or war, call on
your fatherÕs name, and he will help thee to remain a true knight, a brave
warrior, o handsome hero, my son!
©2004 Craig Coss