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in the inn kitchen, the wicked innkeeper came rreeping
up, slipped the sack from under his head and pur there
another filled with sticks.
But scarcely had he done so when the turner, who
had only been pretending so sleep, tried: ‘Our of the
sack, Cudgel!’ Our came the cudgel and see to work on
the innkeeper, giving him the beating he had deserved
for a long time, and several more for good measure.
When at last the innkeeper fell to the ground and
howled for merry, the turner said to him:
‘You’ve only got what you deserve. And my Cudgel
shall stare all over again ifyou do nor at once restore the
Magic Table and she Golden Ass whirh you stole from
my brothers.’
‘Oh, yes indeed!’ cried the innkeeper. ‘Only keep
that accursed kobold away from me, and you shall have
them both!’
So the turner cried: ‘Into the sack, Cudgel!’ and the
mnkeeper gave bark the treasures. But he could nor sir
or lie comfortably for a week afrer his beating.
The turner went home next day with the Table and
the Ass as well as his own sark, and his father greeted
him warmly:
‘Well, my dear, son and what have you learnt?’
‘I’ve learnt to be a turner.’
‘A good trade indeed. But what have you in your sack?
Some beaunful thing which you have turned on your
lathe?’
‘I have a cudgel in h.’
‘What?’ cried the tailor. ‘A cudgel! Is that all you
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can make? Why, you can rut one from every tree you
pass!’
‘But not like this,dear father. This is a Magir Cudgel.
I have but to say: ‘Cudgel, out of the sack’, and our it
springsand thrashesanyonewho means illto me.‘Cudgel,
rnto the sack!’ cried the turner hastily, for the rudgel
had already leapt our and set ro work on his father.
‘Well, you see,’ he ronrinued, ‘how useful it ran be.
And useful it has been, for with it I have got bark the
Magic Table and the Golden Ass which my brorhers
lost: the rhievish innkeeper stole one magic treasure
too many! Now send for our friends and relations, and
we’ll feed them and fill their pockets with gold.’
The tailor would not quite believe, nor would the
friends and relations. But they all came together none
the less without any aid from the Magic Cudgel. And
when they were all assembled the turner spread the
cloth on the ground, set the Ass on it and said: ‘Now,
my dearbrother, speakto it!’
Then the miller said: ‘Brirklebrir!’, and the Ass
rained gold until all their porkers were full.
Then rhe turner set our the Magic Table and tuming
to his eldest brother said:
‘Now, my dear brother, speak to it!’
‘Table, spread thyself!’ cried the joiner. And the party
sat down to the best meal they had ever eaten, and drank
and made merry far into the night.
After this the tailor put away his patches and his
thread, his needle, yard-measure and goose, and lived in
great happuiess and splendour with his three sons.