The Clever Girl
An Eastern European Tale
upon a time there lived a poor farmer who had one—one and only—trusted treasure.
This was his daughter, Hannah.
the farmer the farmers cows wandered into his neighbor's field, and as he was
herding them home, his neighbor stopped him. "That cow is mine," he said, pointing
at the last creature waddling through the gate."
he's mine," the farmer said, and they went on this way for quite some time.
long last they couldn't solve their argument, the farmer said, "Let us go to
see the magistrate. He'll judge this matter."
And so the
men set off to the palace to seek the magistrate's help.
magistrate was a kind man, but he was young and inexperienced. He listened
closely to the farmer.
be my cow. It followed the rest of the herd."
he listened to the neighbor. "I know my cows. I recognize each and every one,
and I know it's MY cow."
shook his head, for he did not know what else to do, and after thinking a long
while he said, "I won't decide this case."
"But you must," the neighbor began.
"No," the magistrate said, "instead I shall give you a riddle and whoever answers
best shall win. Agreed?"
The farmer said, "Agreed," and the neighbor nodded. Both men were certain they
could easily answer a riddle.
So the magistrate said, "Answer me this. What is the swiftest thing in the
world? And what is the sweetest thing? And what is the richest? Return tomorrow
to tell me your answers and this case will be closed."
So the two men walked home.
The neighbor asked his wife to help him solve the riddle, and as she scooped
porridge into their bowls, she listened to the magistrate's question. Then
"That's easy," she said. "Our gray mare is the swiftest thing in the world.
No one ever passes us on the road."
"That's true," the neighbor said. "And the sweetest?"
"Easier still," said his wife. "That is our honey."
"Of course," the neighbor said, "but dear wife, what is the richest thing in
His wife laughed. "Why nothing can be richer than our chest full of gold we've
saved these many years, husband."
"Of course!" said the neighbor, pleased to have solved the riddle.
Meanwhile the farmer returned home, and when he told his daughter of the magistrate's
riddle, she sat down beside him and gently touched his hand.
"Father," she said, "please let me help you solve this."
You see, Hannah wished for nothing more than her father's happiness, and when
he told her the three questions, she smiled.
"Ah, easy," she said, and she gave the farmer the answers to solve the riddle.
The next day the two men returned to the palace, bowed to the magistrate and
the neighbor stepped forward. "I know the answers," he said, and he gave them
to the magistrate—"my gray mare, my honey, and my chest of gold," he said.
Then he grinned, confident he had won.
Then the farmer stepped forward. "I humbly answer, sir," he said. "The swiftest
thing in the world is thought, for thought can run the distance in the twinkling
of an eye."
The magistrate stared in wonder at the farmer. What a wise man.
"And the sweetest thing," said the farmer, "is
sleep, for when one is tired, nothing is sweeter."
The magistrate smiled. Wise man indeed.
"And the richest thing, sir, is this earth, for it is earth
that provides us with all our riches."
The magistrate was impressed by the farmer, for each response
had called for cleverness and thought. "Tell me, good man, how did you
come up with these answers?"
"Truth is," the farmer said shyly, "my daughter
Hannah gave these to me."
Now the magistrate thought for a long while, and then he said, "I
wish to make another test of your daughter's cleverness. Wait a moment."
The magistrate walked into the other room, and a few moments later, when he
returned, he held a basket.
"Take this basket of eggs to Hannah," said the magistrate. "Tell
her to have them hatched by tomorrow. All ten!"
The farmer raced home as fast as he could, and he handed the basket to Hannah.
He was panicked, for he could not imagine how his daughter could perform such
Hannah heard the magistrate's request, she laughed. "Father," she said calmly,
"take a handful of millet and return at once to the magistrate. Tell him
your daughter sends him this millet and if he will plant, grow and harvest
it by tomorrow, she will bring him ten chicks."
And so the
farmer raced back to the palace, and when the magistrate heard Hannah's answers,
he laughed heartily. "Clever girl, your Hannah. I would like to meet her."
the farmer said, but the magistrate held up his hand.
"But I have
one more test for her," he said. "Tell Hannah that she must come
to me, but she must come neither by day nor by night. And she must come neither
riding nor walking. And she must come neither dressed nor undressed. Tell her
And so once
more the farmer raced home to tell his daughter of the magistrate's request.
"How on earth will you do this, dear daughter?" the farmer said,
for now the original argument seemed silly, and he wished he did not have to
embraced her father. "Do not worry, father. All's well."
until dawn, the moment when night is well past and day has not yet begun. Then
she wrapped herself in fish netting, threw one leg over the back of a goat
and the other she kept on the ground. And in this way she traveled to the palace
to see the magistrate.
arrived at the gate, she called out, "Sir, I am here. And as you demanded,
it is neither night nor day. I am neither riding nor walking. I am neither
dressed nor undressed."
at the window watching her, the magistrate was so taken with Hannah's cleverness
and so pleased with her wit, he fell in love. He walked to meet her, and he
bent down on his knee and proposed marriage to her.
Hannah was taken with the magistrate's wisdom, and with his wit, and with his
good nature, and so she accepted his proposal.
On the evening
of their wedding day the magistrate took his new wife's hands in his. "Hannah,"
he said, "you must understand one vital thing."
"What's that, dear husband," Hannah said.
"You must not interfere with my cases."
"What do you mean, my dear?" she asked.
"I love your cleverness, but if you ever use it to advise
someone who comes seeking my judgment, I will send you back home to your father."
"I promise, husband," Hannah said. "And I ask
you one promise in return."
"Of course," the magistrate said.
"If you ever choose to send me away, you will allow me to
take one thing from this house that I most treasure."
"Of course," the magistrate promised, for he was not
a greedy man.
And for a long time, Hannah and her husband lived happily together.
day two farmers appeared at the magistrate's court hoping he would settle a
farmer owned a mare that had foaled in the marketplace. Just after the mare
gave birth, the colt ran beneath the wagon of the second farmer.
second farmer claimed the colt was his.
was busy with other matters, and he wasn't listening closely as the men told
their tales, and when they had finished, the magistrate cleared his throat
and said, carelessly, "I judge the man who found the colt under his wagon
to be the true owner."
overheard this judgment, and she was terribly upset with her husband, so as
the owner of the mare was leaving, she ran outside and tapped his shoulder.
"Sir," she whispered, "I beg you to return this afternoon. When
you come, bring along some fishing net. Stretch this net across the road outside
the garden gate."
listened intently, for he had heard the magistrate's wife was a wise and good
the magistrate sees you, he will ask how you expect to catch any fish in the
middle of a dusty road, and you must tell him it is just as easy to catch fish
in a road as it is for a wagon to foal."
the farmer," and in this way the magistrate will see the injustice of
afternoon the farmer did exactly as Hannah had told him. He stretched his fishing
net across the road, and sure enough when the magistrate saw this he shouted,
"What sort of foolishness is this? How do you expect to catch a fish in
the middle of a road?"
the magistrate heard the farmer's answer, he frowned. "I understand," he said.
"My decision was wrong, and of course the colt belongs to you, sir, for
you were the owner of the mare."
danced with joy. "Ah, thank you sir, and sir, your wife is a fine, fine
magistrate understood. He ran to find Hannah, and he looked sternly at her.
"You have broken your promise to me, Hannah." He was terribly upset, but a
promise is a promise, and so he said, "Home you must go to your father,
this very day."
steadily at her husband. "You are right," she said sadly, "but
do me one favor. We have been happy together; let us share one last supper
together. I wish us to part as friends."
could not say no, for he truly loved Hannah, and that night they sat down together
to share one last meal.
was delighted at the spread before him, for there stood each of his favorite
dishes. He ate and ate until, at last, he could not eat another bite. So full
he could not move, he fell fast asleep in his chair.
rose from the table, and without waking her husband, she instructed one of
the servants to carry him out to her carriage.
morning when the magistrate opened his eyes, he saw to his amazement that he
was lying in a bed in Hannah's father's cottage.
this?" he roared, and then he looked up and saw Hannah smiling at him.
she said gently, "you told me I might take the one thing I liked best
in your house. I took you, for it is you I most treasure."
could not help himself. He burst out laughing. Once again Hannah had outwitted
him. "I have been a fool, Hannah," he said, through tears of joy, "please
come home with me. You are my treasure."
He climbed out of that bed, got down on his knees, and he begged his beloved wife's forgiveness, and after that, whenever he had to make a difficult decision, he announced to one and all, "We shall consult my wife on this, for she is a most clever woman."