[Darkwood-SCA] Masked Ball Feast Tickets

[Laurie Hupman]

The last ticket was just reserved.  I'll start a waiting list, in case  
there are cancellations, but as of right now there are no feast  
tickets available.

One last story -- until tomorrow!

Once upon a time there was a tsar named Berendey, who had three sons.  
The tsar's palace was surrounded by a beautiful orchard, and among the  
trees in the orchard was a wonderful apple-tree which bore golden  
apples. One day the tsar discovered that someone was getting into the  
orchard and stealing his golden apples. He was furious, and sent his  
guards to catch the thief. But though they watched all night they were  
quite unsuccessful.
     The tsar was so upset at the loss of his golden apples that he  
lost his appetite too. His sons tried to comfort him, and the eldest  
told him: "I will go and guard the orchard against the thief tonight,  
father."
     And he went off to the orchard. But although he arrived there  
quite early in the evening and walked about for some time, he saw no  
one. So he lay down on a grassy bank and soon fell asleep. Next  
morning his father asked him:
"Well, have you good news for me? Did you see the thief?"
"No, father," his son answered. "I did not sleep a wink all night, I  
did not even close my eyes. But I saw no one."
     The following night the tsar's second son went to guard the  
orchard. But he, too, slept all night, and next morning he told his  
father he, too, had seen no sign of a thief, although he had not  
closed his eyes.
     Now it was the turn of the youngest brother, Prince Ivan, to  
guard the orchard. And he was so anxious not to miss the thief that he  
was afraid even to sit down, let alone to lie down. When he felt he  
was getting drowsy he washed his face with dew, and this made him  
wide-awake again. About halfway through the night he thought he saw a  
light in the orchard. It grew brighter and brighter, until all the  
trees were lit up. Then he saw that the light was coming from a  
Firebird, which was sitting on the apple-tree and pecking at the  
golden apples.
     So he crept up very quietly to the tree and caught hold of the  
bird by the tail. But the Firebird spread its wings and flew away,  
leaving only one tail feather in Prince Ivan's hand.

     Next morning, when he went to report to his father, the tsar asked him:
"Well, Ivan, did you see the thief?"
"Dear father," Ivan answered, "I cannot say I caught him, but I have  
found out who is eating our apples. And I have brought you a tail  
feather in proof. It is the Firebird."
     The tsar took the feather and looked at it, and no longer felt  
sorrowful; but he thought a great deal about the Firebird, and one day  
he sent for his sons and told them:
"My dear children, I want you to saddle good horses and ride forth  
into the world to see whether you can find and bring back the Firebird."
     The young men bowed to their father, saddled good horses, and set  
out on their travels: the eldest in one direction, the second son in  
another, and Prince Ivan in a third direction.
     He rode near and far, high and low, along by-paths and by-ways -  
for speedily a tale is spun, but with less speed a deed is done -  
until he came to a wide, open field, a green meadow. And there in the  
field stood a pillar, and on the pillar these words were written:  
"Whosoever goes from this pillar on the road straight before him will  
be cold and hungry. "Whosoever goes to the right side will be safe and  
sound, but his horse will be killed. And whosoever goes to the left  
side will be killed himself, but his horse will be safe and sound."  
Prince Ivan read this inscription and went to the right, thinking that  
although his horse might be killed, he himself would remain alive and  
would in time get another horse.
     He rode one day, then a second day, then a third. Suddenly an  
enormous gray wolf came toward him and said: "Ah, so it's you, young  
lad, Prince Ivan! You saw the inscription on the pillar that said that  
your horse would be killed if you came this way. Why then have you  
come hither?" When he had said these words, he tore Prince Ivan's  
horse in twain and ran off to one side.
     Prince Ivan was sorely grieved for his horse; he shed bitter  
tears and then continued on foot. He walked a whole day and was  
utterly exhausted. He was about to sit down and rest for a while when  
all at once the gray wolf caught up with him and said: "I am sorry for  
you, Prince Ivan, because you are exhausted from walking; I am also  
sorry that I ate your good horse. Tell me why you have travelled so  
far, and where you are going"
"My father has sent me to ride through the world until I find the Firebird."
"Why, you could have ridden even on your good horse for three years  
and never found the Firebird for only I know where it lives. I ate  
your horse, so now I will serve you faithfully and well. Get on my  
back and hold on tight."

     Prince Ivan seated himself astride the grey wolf, and it loped  
away, past the green forests, and the azure lakes. At last they came  
to a very high fortress. There the grey wolf told Ivan:
"Listen to me, and remember what I say. Climb over the wall and do not  
be afraid; all the guards are asleep. In the attic you will see a  
small window; in the window hangs a golden cage, and in that cage is  
the Firebird. Take the bird and hide it under your coat; but be sure  
not to touch the cage."
     Prince Ivan climbed over the wall and saw the attic. And, just as  
the wolf had said, in the attic window a golden cage was hanging, and  
the Firebird was in the cage. He took out the bird and put it under  
his coat. But as he looked at the golden cage he could not help  
coveting it. It was made of precious gold; how could he leave it  
behind? He completely forgot what the wolf had told him. But as soon  
as he touched the cage the alarm was sounded all through the fortress;  
drums rolled and trumpets blared, the guards woke up, captured Prince  
Ivan and took him to Tsar Afron. The tsar was furious at this attempt  
to steal the Firebird and the cage, and asked the prince:
"Who are you, and where are you from?"
"I am Prince Ivan, the son of Tsar Berendey," Ivan replied.
"How shameful! The son of a tsar coming here to steal!" the tsar exclaimed.
"That is as may be," the prince retorted. "But your bird flew to our  
orchard and stole the golden apples."
     In that case you should have come to me and asked me for the  
Firebird and I would have given it to you out of respect for your  
father. But now I shall see to it that all the world knows of your  
behavior! And in order to earn my forgiveness you will have to enter  
my service. A certain Tsar Kusman has a horse with a golden mane.  
Bring that horse to me, and I will give you the Firebird and the cage."
     Prince Ivan was downcast at the thought of having to undertake  
such a task, and he went to tell the grey wolf what had happened. But  
the wolf said to him:
"I told you not to touch the cage. Why did you disobey me?"
"I know I did wrong; but forgive me, grey wolf."
"It is easy enough to ask forgiveness," the wolf answered. "All right,  
get on my back again. We will not turn back now."
     Once more the grey wolf loped off with Prince Ivan on its back.  
And at last they came to the fortress where the horse with the golden  
mane was stabled. Then the wolf told Ivan:
"Climb over the wall; do not be afraid, the guards are asleep. Go to  
the stable and bring out the horse. But be sure not to touch the  
bridle you will see hanging there."
     The prince climbed over the wall into the fortress, and saw that  
the guards were asleep. He went straight to the stable and found the  
horse with the golden mane. But his eyes fell on a bridle hanging up;  
it was of gold and studded with precious stones: the only bridle fit  
for a horse with a golden mane. And he put out his hand to take it.  
But at once the alarm was sounded all through the fortress; drums  
rolled and trumpets blared, the guards woke up, took the prince a  
prisoner and led him before Tsar Kusman.
"Who are you, and where are you from ?" the tsar asked Ivan.
"I am Prince Ivan."
"To attempt to steal a horse shows little wisdom! Even a peasant would  
not try to do that. But I will let you off, Prince Ivan, if you agree  
to enter my service. A certain tsar named Dalmat has a daughter, the  
beautiful Helen. Carry her off and bring her to me, and then I will  
give you the golden-maned horse and the golden bridle."
     At this verdict Prince Ivan was even more downcast than before.  
Again he went to see the grey wolf. But the wolf said:
"I told you not to touch the bridle. You did not obey my orders."
"Nevertheless, forgive me, forgive me, grey wolf," the prince pleaded.
"It is all very well, saying “forgive”. All right, get on my back."
     Once more the grey wolf raced off with Prince Ivan on his back,  
until they came to Tsar Dalmat's fortress. But this time the grey wolf  
said to the prince:
"I am not going to ser am going myself. You set of back to Tsar Afron;  
I will soon catch up."
     Prince Ivan obediently started to go back, while the grey wolf  
sprang over the fortress wall and into the garden. In the garden the  
beautiful Helen was walking with her attendants. The wolf sat behind a  
bush and watched them, and the moment the princess fell a little way  
behind her attendants the wolf seized her, flung her over his back,  
and scampered away. Ivan had gone some distance when the grey wolf  
caught up with him, bringing the beautiful Helen sitting on its back.  
The prince was delighted, but the wolf said:
"Quick, get on my back, in case we are followed."
     The prince sat on the wolf's back behind the princess, and the  
wolf rushed away with them, past the green forests and the azure  
rivers and lakes. At last they arrived at Tsar Kusman's fortress. But  
the prince seemed very sad, so the wolf asked:
"Why are you silent, Prince Ivan? Are you sad?"
"Have I not good reason to be, grey wolf? How can I part with this  
beautiful princess? How can I exchange her for a horse?"
"I will see to it that you are not parted from her," the wolf  
promised. "We will hide her somewhere, then I will turn myself into  
the beautiful Princess Helen, and you can lead me to the tsar."
     So they hid the princess in a forest hut. Then the grey wolf  
uttered a magic spell and at once became her living image. Prince Ivan  
took her to Tsar Kusman. The tsar was delighted and said:
"Thank you, Prince Ivan, for getting me such a beautiful woman for my  
wife. Take the golden-maned horse and the bridle."
     The prince bridled the horse, mounted it, and rode off to the hut  
where the true Helen was hidden. He seated her behind him on the  
horse, and they rode away.

    Meanwhile, Tsar Kusman made arrangements for his wedding, feasted  
all day and half the night, and, when it was time for bed, he led the  
mock-princess into his bedroom. But when he lay down beside her on the  
bed he found he was lying not with a beautiful young wife, but with a  
grey wolf. He was terrified and fled, and the wolf slipped away and  
out of the fortress. When the wolf caught up with Prince Ivan it  
noticed that he was looking sad again, so it asked:
"Why are you so thoughtful, prince?"
"I have good reason to be. I am sad to think I have to give up the  
golden-maned horse in exchange for the Firebird."
"Do not be downhearted; I will help you," said the wolf. When they  
arrived at Tsar Afron's fortress the wolf said:
"You go and hide the horse and the princess. Then I will turn myself  
into the golden-maned horse and you can take me to Tsar Afron."
     So they hid Helen and the horse in the forest. The grey wolf  
uttered a magic spell and became a golden-maned horse, and Ivan led  
the horse to the tsar. Tsar Afron was delighted, and gave him the  
Firebird and the golden cage as well. The prince carried the cage with  
the bird into the forest, seated the princess on the golden-maned  
horse, and rode off on his journey back to his native country.
     Meanwhile, Tsar Kusman gave the order for the golden-maned horse  
to be brought to him. But when he tried to mount it the horse turned  
into a grey wolf. The tsar was so frightened that he fell to the  
ground, while the grey wolf made good its escape and soon overtook  
Prince Ivan.
"Now I must say goodbye; I cannot come any farther," it told the prince.
     So Ivan dismounted from his horse and bowed very low three times,  
thanking the grey wolf respectfully. But the wolf said:
"Do not bid goodbye forever to me. I shall yet be of service to you."
"How can you be of any further service to me?" Ivan thought. "All my  
wishes have come true."
     He mounted the golden-maned horse and rode away with beautiful  
Helen and the Firebird. He arrived in his own country, but as he still  
had some way to go to reach home he decided to have a rest at midday.  
So they ate some food, drank water from a spring, and lay down to  
rest. No sooner had the prince fallen asleep than his brothers  
happened to ride past, and saw him. They had travelled far and wide in  
search of the Firebird, but of course they had not found it. When thev  
saw their brother lying asleep and noticed that he had the Firebird,  
the horse with its bridle, and even a beautiful girl, they plotted to  
kill their brother and take everything for themselves.
     So they killed Prince Ivan, seated themselves on the golden-maned  
horse, put beautiful Helen on another, and threatened her:
"You must not say a word to anyone when we get home."
Then they rode oft, with the horse, the princess, and the Firebird, to  
their father.
     They left Prince Ivan lying dead, with the crows already  
gathering above him. But suddenly the grey wolf ran up and caught one  
crow with its young chick.
"Crow, you must fly away and bring back to me some sparkling water and  
some still water," the wolf told the crow. "If you bring back the two  
sorts of water I will let your young one go."
     The crow agreed, and flew off, while the wolf watched over the  
chick. In due time the crow flew back with both the sparkling and the  
still water. Then the wolf sprinkled Ivan's wounds with the still  
water, and the wounds healed; it sprinkled him with the sparkling  
water, and the prince revived.
"I have had such a deep sleep," he yawned.
"Yes, you were sleeping very soundly," the grey wolf said. "But for me  
you would never have awakened. Your own brothers killed you and  
carried off all you had gained. Now get on my back, quick!"
     The wolf raced off in pursuit of the two elder brothers, and soon  
caught up with them. It tore them to pieces and scattered them over  
the field. Prince Ivan bowed and thanked the grey wolf once more, and  
said goodbye to it forever. He mounted the golden-maned horse, and  
rode home with the princess. He had obtained the Firebird for his  
father, and beautiful Helen as a wife for himself.
     Tsar Berendey was delighted to see him with the Firebird, and  
asked him to tell of all his adventures. Prince Ivan told his father  
how the grey wolf had helped him to win the Firebird, the horse, and  
the beautiful Helen, how his brothers had killed him while he was  
asleep, and how the wolf had restored him to life and then torn them  
to pieces.
     The tsar mourned the loss of his two sons, but he was soon  
comforted, by the wedding of Prince Ivan and the beautiful Princess  
Helen, and they lived happily ever after.