The Bronze Ring

A certain king had a large garden around his palace, yet nothing would grow in it—no flowers, no fruit, not even grass or a shady tree—though he employed plenty of gardeners and the soil was rich. A wise old man explained the trouble. “Your gardeners are the sons of cobblers and carpenters. How could they know the work? Find a gardener whose father and grandfather were gardeners too, and before long your garden will be full of green grass and bright flowers, and you will be eating its delicious fruit.” “You are quite right,” the king cried.

The king sent messengers to every town and hamlet, and after forty days they found such a man. He protested that he was too poor to serve a king and owed money besides, but the messengers gave his family new clothes and paid his debts, and he came to court with his wife and son. Within a year the barren grounds were green and blooming, and the king heaped gifts on him.

The gardener’s son was handsome and well-mannered. Every day he carried the best fruit to the king and the prettiest flowers to the princess, who was sixteen. The king decided it was time she married. “My dear child,” he said, “you are old enough for a husband, and I mean to give you to my prime minister’s son.” “Father,” she answered, “I will never marry the minister’s son.” “Why not?” asked the king. “Because I love the gardener’s son.” The king raged, then wept and sighed, declaring such a husband unworthy of her, but she would not change her mind.

His ministers proposed a plan. Both suitors would be sent to a far-off country, and whoever came back first would marry the princess. The minister’s son received a fine horse and a purse of gold; the gardener’s son got a lame old horse and a purse of copper coins. Everyone expected him to fail. The night before they left, the princess gave him a purse full of jewels. “Be brave,” she said. “Remember that I love you, and come back quickly.”

The minister’s son galloped off and was soon out of sight. After some days he came to a fountain where a ragged old woman sat on a stone. “Good day to you, young traveller,” she said, but he did not answer. “Have pity on me,” she begged. “I have had nothing to eat for three days.” He called her an old witch and rode on.

That evening the gardener’s son arrived on his limping gray horse. “Good day to you, young traveller,” said the beggar woman. “Good day, good woman,” he replied. When she asked for pity, he gave her his purse and helped her up behind him, since her legs looked weak. Together they rode to the capital of a powerful kingdom. The minister’s son took rooms at a grand inn; the gardener’s son and the old woman stayed at the inn for beggars.

Next day heralds went through the streets: the old, sick king would richly reward anyone who could restore the strength of his youth. The beggar woman told her young friend exactly what to do. Outside the south gate he would find three small dogs, one white, one black, one red. He must burn them and keep each one’s ashes in a bag of matching color. Then he should announce himself at the palace as a famous physician from Janina in Albania. Once admitted, he must boil the king in a great cauldron until only bones were left, lay the bones in order, and sprinkle them with the three kinds of ash. The king would rise as he had been at twenty. “And for your reward,” she said, “ask only for the bronze ring that grants every wish.”

The young man did everything she said. The court doctors laughed at him, but the ruler let him in. A cauldron and three mule-loads of wood were brought, and by noon the bones lay arranged on the floor. As soon as the ashes touched them, the old king sprang up, young and strong. He offered half his treasure, then his daughter, then half his kingdom. The gardener’s son refused them all and asked for the bronze ring. Sadly, the king gave it up.

The young man said goodbye to the old woman and spoke to the ring: “Make me a ship with a hull of gold, masts of silver, and sails of brocade. Give me twelve noble young sailors dressed like kings, put Saint Nicholas at the helm, and fill the hold with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and carbuncles.” At once the ship lay on the water, and he sailed away.

In a large town he settled in a splendid palace. There he came upon his rival, who had spent all his gold and now earned his bread hauling away dust and rubbish. The minister’s son did not recognize him. When asked who he was, he said he was the son of a great prime minister, brought low. The gardener’s son offered him a ship home on one condition, and the desperate young man agreed without asking what it was. At the palace, servants stripped him, and on the master’s order they heated the ring and branded his back with it. Then the gardener’s son told the ring to make a rotten black ship with ragged sails and a crew who appeared ill and exhausted. In that sorry vessel the minister’s son sailed home.

The winds were kind, and he arrived first. “Keep your promise,” he told the king. “Give me the princess.” Wedding preparations began, and the princess was miserable.

The next morning a marvelous ship with a golden hull and silken sails anchored in the harbor. The king saw it from his window, saw the princely crew and Saint Nicholas at the helm, and invited the captain to the palace. In walked a handsome young man dressed in silk, pearls, and diamonds. The king asked him to stay as his guest and to give the bride away at the wedding.

When the princess entered with her bridegroom, the captain exclaimed, “Would you marry this lovely princess to such a man? He is one of my servants. I found him carting rubbish in a distant town and sent him home in a black, broken ship with an exhausted crew.”

“That much is true,” said the king, who had seen the ship.

“It is a lie!” cried the minister’s son. “I have never seen this man!”

“Then have him stripped,” said the captain, “and look for the mark of my ring on his back.” Rather than be shamed in front of the court, the minister’s son confessed.

“Do you not know me?” the captain asked. “I know you,” said the princess. “You are the gardener’s son, whom I have always loved.” The king declared that since the wedding feast was already under way, she should marry him that same day—and so she did.

For some months the young couple were perfectly happy. Then the captain had to make a long voyage, and he set sail. Near the capital lived an old man who had spent his life on alchemy, astrology, and magic. He learned that the gardener’s son owed his good fortune to the spirits of the bronze ring, and he wanted it. He caught some pretty little red fish and walked under the princess’s window calling them for sale. When her maid asked the price, he said, “A bronze ring—the one under the cushion in the princess’s room.” The captain had left it behind by accident. Thinking it worthless, the princess told the maid to give it to him, and he hurried home with it.

“Bronze ring, obey your master,” he commanded. “Turn the golden ship to black wood, make its crew exhausted and wretched, send Saint Nicholas away from the helm, and let the only cargo be black cats.” Far out at sea, the captain watched it happen and knew the ring had been stolen. Fearing his wife was lost too, he could not bear to go home. He drifted from island to island, until he and his crew and the cats were living on herbs and roots.

At last he reached an island of mice. The starving cats began hunting at once, and the queen of the mice sent her bravest subjects to beg him to leave. He agreed—if they would first bring back his stolen bronze ring. Otherwise he would set all his cats loose.

The queen called mice from every corner of the world, but none knew where the ring was, until three arrived from a far country: one blind, one lame, and one with cropped ears. They knew that an old sorcerer carried the ring in his pocket by day and in his mouth at night. The three built a boat and sailed to his city. The blind mouse guarded the boat while the other two crept into the palace. When the sorcerer was asleep, the crop-eared mouse dipped her tail in lamp oil and then in pepper and held it under his nose. He gave a huge sneeze, the ring flew out of his mouth, and the lame mouse grabbed it and ran to the boat.

On the way home the three began to argue. The blind mouse said she deserved the most credit for guarding the boat; the crop-eared mouse claimed it for the pepper trick; the lame mouse for running off with the prize. Words turned to blows, and in the scuffle the ring fell into the sea. Too ashamed to face their queen, they landed on a lonely island. While her sisters went off hunting flies, the blind mouse found a dead fish on the shore and began to eat it—and bit on something hard. It was the bronze ring!

They sailed straight back and reached the mouse island just as the captain was about to unload his cats. “Bronze ring, obey your master,” he said. “Make my ship as it was.” The black hull turned to gold again, the handsome sailors ran up the silver masts, and they sang as they sped over the calm sea to the capital. The captain ran to the palace and found the sorcerer asleep. The princess threw her arms around her husband. The old magician tried to flee, but he was caught and tied up with strong ropes, and the next day he was put to a cruel death.

About this tale

“The Bronze Ring” is the first story in Andrew Lang’s The Blue Fairy Book. Lang’s footnote credits it to Carnoy and Nicolaides, Traditions Populaires de l’Asie Mineure (Paris: Maisonneuve, 1889), a collection of folk tales from Asia Minor. The hero’s claim to be a doctor “from Janina in Albania” and the ruler called both king and sultan reflect that eastern Mediterranean setting.

The wish-granting ring, the stolen talisman, and animal helpers who win it back are familiar fairy-tale ingredients. Lang’s text describes the sorcerer’s magic crew in a racial insult and ends with a gruesome execution; both are rephrased here, but the order of events is unchanged.

Read the original: Andrew Lang, The Blue Fairy Book (Project Gutenberg)

Reading guidance: For mature readers. The tale includes burning dogs, boiling a ruler to bones before magical revival, branding, threatened mass killing of mice and a cruel execution.

A closer reading

The opening makes birth determine who can garden, while the marriage plot challenges the king’s refusal to value a gardener’s son. That inconsistency exposes the tale’s selective treatment of rank. Practical training can explain gardening skill; descent alone does not establish a person’s ability or worth.

The hero’s kindness to the old woman matters, but it does not describe all his later behavior. He brands his rival, then threatens the mice with cats unless they recover his ring. Their service is compelled, not repayment for an earlier kindness. The marriage outcome favors the princess’s expressed love, yet the means include coercion and humiliation.

The three mice each perform necessary work, and their argument confuses a shared rescue with a competition for sole credit. The blind mouse then finds the lost ring by touch while eating. The narrative gives these animals capacities and initiative even while using an unhealthy crew as a sign of diminished fortune—a contrast readers can examine critically.

Try this with the story

Give each mouse a job card: guarding the boat, making the sorcerer sneeze, carrying the ring, and finding it in the fish. Some cards belong to the same mouse. Explain why removing any one stage breaks the rescue, then compare this cooperation with the hero’s threat that begins it.

Questions to ask

• How do the two suitors treat the old woman at the fountain, and what difference does it make?
• How does the gardener’s son prove that the minister’s son is lying?
• Why do the three mice lose the ring, and how is it found again?

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