There was once a man who had three sons,
but no fortune except the house he lived in. Now, each of them wanted to
have the house after his death; but their father was just as fond of one as
of the other, and did not know how to treat them all fairly. He did not want
to sell the house, because it had belonged to his forefathers, or he might
have divided the money between them.
At last an idea came into his head, and he said to his sons: "Go out into
the world, and each learn a trade, and when you come home, the one who makes
best use of his handicraft shall have the house."
The sons were quite content with this plan, and the eldest decided to be
a farrier, the second a barber, and the third a fencing master. They fixed a
time when they would all meet at home again, and then they set off.
It so happened that they each found a clever master with whom they
learned their business thoroughly. The farrier shod the King's horses, and
he thought, "I shall certainly be the one to have the house." The barber
shaved nobody but grand gentlemen, so he thought it would fall to him.
The fencing master got many blows, but he set his teeth, and would not
let himself be put out, because he thought "If I am afraid of a blow, I
shall never get the house."
Now, when the given time had passed, they all went home together to their
father; but they did not know how to get a good opportunity of showing their
powers, and sat down to discuss the matter. Suddenly a hare came running
over the field.
"Ah!" cried the barber, "She comes just in the nick of time." He took up
his bowl and his soap, and got his lather by the time the hare came quite
close, then he soaped her and shaved her as she raced along, without giving
her a cut or missing a single hair. His father, astonished, said: "If the
others don't look out, the house will be yours."
Before long a gentleman came along in his carriage at full gallop. "Now,
father, you shall see what I can do," said the farrier and he ran after the
carriage and tore the four shoes off the horse as he galloped along, then,
without stopping a second, shod him with new ones. "You are a fine fellow,
indeed," said his father. "You know your business as well as your brother. I
don't know which I shall give the house to at this rate."
Then the third one said: "Let me have a chance, too, father." As it was
beginning to rain, he drew his sword and swirled it round and round his
head, so that not a drop fell on him. Even when the rain grew heavier, so
heavy that it seemed as if it were being poured from the sky out of buckets,
he swung the sword faster and faster, and remained as dry as if he had been
under a roof.
His father was amazed, and said: "You have done the best; the house is
yours."
Both the other brothers were quite satisfied with this decision, and as
they were all so devoted to one another, they lived together in the house,
and carried on their trades, by which they made plenty of money, since they
were so perfect in them.
They lived happily together to a good old age, and when one fell ill and
died, the others grieved so much over him that they pined away and soon
after departed this life.
Then, as they had been so fond of one another, they were all buried in
one grave.