Twelve golden wild ducks – fairytale in smoke and mirrors

Twelve wild ducks drawing
Twelve wild ducks drawing

There is a fairy tale here in Norway, called the twelve wild ducks. The story is not really important, it a fairly classic good versus evil, patience, purity and deceit. I think it is a pretty convoluted story, and I always found it dissatisfying that there is no attempt at explaining why the princes are turned into ducks. As for magical shape-shifting, that just seems rather lame. I include the fairytale at the bottom of this post, should you be interested. The point is; I was doodling one day, and made stylized birds. Sort of. It was never intended to be birds, but three emerged. I started another one, and the problem with doodles is simply knowing when to stop. Abstract stuff do not really have an end point. So “twelve wild ducks” came into my head.

The doodle has been sitting in my sketchbook for a long time… and readers now know I have access to, and obsession about, the laser cutter at uni. So long story short, I got hold of some transparent, and some gold mirror plexiglas. The idea was; cutting the same shape out of both materials, I could create inlay, of gold in transparent, and transparent in gold. I have not found much of laser-cut inlay out on the webs and was not sure if it was going to work, because:

The laser is insanely accurate, but what it does is “melting” the material. There will, of course, be a tiny gap, and considering mirror acrylic is not exactly the same as transparent, there is a possibility that the width of the melting would mean they would not match exactly.

Turns out, it worked pretty well, and the problem was mainly my patience. There will be tiny bits where the laser has melted the plastic, and then a tiny little blob dries in the gap. I was going to push the accuracy of the laser to the limit, so the only problems I encountered were of the sort: me, impatience + scalpel.

I am fairly pleased, and I really did push the laser accuracy. Now that it is done, I have kinda lost interest and have no idea what to do with it. But it was fun while it lasted.

The twelve wild ducks

Once upon a time, there was a queen who was out driving, when there had been a new fall of snow in the winter; but when she had gone a little way, she began to bleed from her nose, and had to get out of her sledge. And so, as she stood there, leaning against the fence, and saw the red blood on the white snow, she fell a-thinking how she had twelve sons and no daughter, and she said to herself:

“If I only had a daughter as white as snow and as red as blood, I shouldn’t care what became of all my sons.”

But the words were scarce out of her mouth before an old witch of the trolls came up to her.

“A daughter you shall have,” she said, “and she shall be as white as snow, and as red as blood; and your sons shall be mine, but you may keep them till the babe is christened.”

So when the time came the queen had a daughter, and she was as white as snow, and as red as blood, just as the troll had promised, and so they called her “Snow-white Rosy-red.” Well, there was great joy at the king’s court, and the queen was as glad as glad could be; but when what she had promised to the old witch came into her mind, she sent for a silversmith, and bade him make twelve silver spoons, one for each prince, and after that she bade him make one more, and that she gave to Snow-white Rosy-red. But as soon as the princess was christened, the princes were turned into twelve wild ducks, and flew away. They never saw them again… away they went, and away they stayed.

So the princess grew up, and she was both tall and fair, but she was often so strange and sorrowful, and no one could understand what it was that ailed her. But one evening the queen was also sorrowful, for she had many strange thoughts when she thought of her sons. She said to Snow-white Rosy-red:

“Why are you so sorrowful, my daughter? Is there anything you want? if so, only say the word, and you shall have it.”

“Oh, it seems so dull and lonely here,” said Snow-white Rosy-red; “everyone else has brothers and sisters, but I am all alone; I have none; and that’s why I’m so sorrowful.”

“But you had brothers, my daughter,” said the queen “I had twelve sons who were your brothers, but I gave them all away to get you;” and so she told her the whole story.

So when the princess heard that, she had no rest; for, in spite of all the queen could say or do, and all she wept and prayed, the lassie would set off to seek her brothers, for she thought it was all her fault; and at last she got leave to go away from the palace. On and on she walked into the wide world, so far, you would never have thought a young lady could have strength to walk so far.

So, once, when she was walking through a great, great wood, one day she felt tired, and sat down on a mossy tuft and fell asleep. Then she dreamt that she went deeper and deeper into the wood, till she came to a little wooden hut, and there she found her brothers. Just then she woke, and straight before her she saw a worn path in the green moss, and this path went deeper into the wood; so she followed it, and after a long time she came to just such a little wooden house as that she had seen in her dream.

Now, when she went into the room there was no one at home, but there stood twelve beds, and twelve chairs, and twelve spoons – a dozen of everything, in short. So when she saw that she was so glad, she hadn’t been so glad for many a long year, for she could guess at once that her brothers lived here, and that they owned the beds, and chairs, and spoons. So she began to make up the fire, and sweep the room, and make the beds, and cook the dinner, and to make the house as tidy as she could and when she had done all the cooking and work, she ate her own dinner, and crept under her youngest brother’s bed, and lay down there, but she forgot her spoon upon the table.

So she had scarcely laid herself down before she heard something flapping and whirring in the air and so all the twelve wild ducks came sweeping in; but as soon as ever they crossed the threshold they became Princes.

“Oh, how nice and warm it is in here,” they said. “Heaven bless him who made up the fire, and cooked such a good dinner for us.”

And so each took up his silver spoon and was going to eat. But when each had taken his own, there was one still left lying on the table, and it was so like the rest that they couldn’t tell it from them.

“This is our sister’s spoon,” they said; “and if her spoon be here, she can’t be very far off herself.”

“If this be our sister’s spoon, and she be here,” said the eldest, “she shall be killed, for she is to blame for all the ill we suffer.”

And this she lay under the bed and listened to.

“No,” said the youngest, “twere a shame to kill her for that. She has nothing to do with our suffering ill for if any one’s to blame, it’s our own mother.”

So they set to work hunting for her both high and low, and at last they looked under all the beds, and so when they came to the youngest prince’s bed, they found her, and dragged her out. Then the eldest prince wished again to have her killed, but she begged and prayed so prettily for herself.

“Oh gracious goodness! don’t kill me, for I’ve gone about seeking you these three years, and if I could only set you free, I’d willingly lose my life.”

“Well!” said they, “if you will set us free, you may keep your life; for you can if you choose.”

“Yes; only tell me,” said the princess, “how it can be done, and I’ll do it, whatever it may be.”

“You must pick thistle-down,” said the princes, “and you must card it, and spin it, and weave it; and after you have done that, you must cut out and make twelve coats, and twelve shirts, and twelve neckerchiefs, one for each of us, and while you do that, you must neither talk, nor laugh, nor weep. If you can do that, we are free.”

“But where shall I ever get thistle-down enough for so many neckerchiefs, and shirts, and coats?” asked Snow-white Rosy-red.

“We’ll soon show you,” said the princes; and so they took her with them to a great wide moor, where there stood such a crop of thistles, all nodding in the breeze, and time down all floating and glistening like gossamers through the air in the sunbeams. The princess had never seen such a quantity of thistle-down in her life, and she began to pluck and gather it as fast and as well as she could; and when she got home at night she set to work carding and spinning yarn from the down. So she went on a long long time, picking, and carding, and spinning, and all the while keeping the Princes’ house, cooking, and making their beds. At evening home they came, flapping and whirring like wild ducks, and all night they were Princes, but in the morning off they flew again, and were wild ducks the whole day.

But now it happened, when she was out on the moor to pick thistle if I don’t mistake, it was the very last time she was to go thither,- it happened that the young king who ruled that land was out hunting, and came riding across the moor, and saw her. So he stopped there and wondered who the lovely lady could be that walked along the moor picking thistle-down, and he asked her her name, and when he could get no answer, he was still more astonished; and at last he liked her so much, that nothing would do but he must take her home to his castle and marry her. So he ordered his servants to put her up on his horse. Snow-white Rosy-red wrung her hands, and made signs to them, and pointed to the bags in which her work was, and when the King saw she wished to have them with her, he told his men to take up the bags behind them. When they had done that the princess came to herself, little by little, for the king was both a wise man and a handsome man too, and he was soft and kind to her. But when they got home to the palace, and the old queen, who was his stepmother, set eyes on Snow-white Rosy-red, she got so cross and jealous of her because she was so lovely, that she said to the king –

“Can’t you see now, that this thing whom you have picked up, and whom you are going to marry, is a witch? Why, she can’t either talk, or laugh, or weep!”

But the king didn’t care a pin for what she said, but held on with the wedding, and married Snow-white Rosy-red, and they lived in great joy and glory; but she didn’t forget to go on sewing at her shirts.

So when the year was almost out, Snow-white Rosy-red brought a prince into the world; and then the old queen was more spiteful and jealous than ever, and at dead of night she stole in to Snow-white Rosy-red, while she slept, and took away her babe, and threw it into a pit full of snakes. After that, she cut Snow-white Rosy-red in her finger, and smeared the blood over her mouth, and went straight to the king.

“Now come and see,” she said, “what sort of a thing you have taken for your queen; here she has eaten up her own babe”.

Then the king was so downcast, he almost burst into tears, and said –

“Yes, it must be true, since I see it with my own eyes; but she’ll not do it again, I’m sure, and so this time I’ll spare her life.”

So before the next year was out she had another son, and the same thing happened. The king stepmother got more and more jealous and spiteful. She stole into the young queen at night while she slept, took away the babe, and threw it into a pit full of snakes, cut the young queen’s finger, and smeared the blood over her mouth, and then went and told the King she had eaten up her own babe. Then the king was so sorrowful, you can’t think how sad he was, and he said –

“Yes, it must be true, since I see it with my own eyes, but she’ll not do it again, I’m sure, and so this time too I’ll spare her life.”

Well, before the next year was out, Snow-white Rosy-red brought a daughter into the world, and her, too, the old queen took and threw into the pit full of snakes, while the young queen slept. Then she cut her finger, smeared the blood over her mouth, and went again to the King and said –

“Now you may come and see if it isn’t as I say; she’s a wicked, wicked witch, for here she has gone and eaten up her third babe too.”

Then the king was so sad, there was no end to it, for now he couldn’t spare her any longer, but had to order her to be burnt alive on a pile of wood. But just when the pile was all ablaze, and they were going to put her on it, she made signs to them to take twelve boards and lay them round the pile, and on these she laid the neckerchiefs, and the shirts, and the coats for her brothers, but the youngest brother’s shirt wanted its left arm, for she hadn’t had time to finish it. And as soon as ever she had done that, they heard such a flapping and whirring in the air, and down came twelve wild ducks flying over the forest, and each of them snapped up his clothes in his bill and flew off with them.

See now!” said the old queen to the king, “wasn’t I right when I told you she was a witch; but make haste and burn her before the pile burns low.”

“Oh!” said the king, “we’ve wood enough and to spare, and so I’ll wait a bit, for I have a mind to see what, the end of all this will be.”

As he spoke, up came the twelve princes riding along as handsome well-grown lads as you’d wish to see; but the youngest prince had a wild duck’s wing instead of his left arm.

“What’s all this about?” asked the princes.

“My queen is to be burnt,” said the king, “because she’s a witch, and because she has eaten up her own babes.”

“She hasn’t eaten them at all,” said the princes. “Speak now, sister; you have set us free and saved us, now save yourself.”

Then Snow-white Rosy-red spoke, and told the whole story; how every time she was brought to bed, the old queen, the king’s stepmother, had stolen into her chamber  at night, had taken her babes away, and cut her little finger, and smeared the blood over her mouth. Then the princes took the king, and showed him the snake-pit where three babes lay playing with adders and toads, and lovelier children you never saw.

So the king had them taken out at once, and went to his stepmother, and asked her what punishment she thought that woman deserved who could find it in her heart to betray a guiltless queen and three such blessed little babes.

“She deserves to be fast bound between twelve unbroken steeds, so that each may take his share of her,” said the old queen.

You have spoken your own doom,” said the king, “and you shall suffer it at once.”

So the wicked old queen was bound between twelve unbroken steeds, and each got his share of her. But the king took Snow-white Rosy-red, and their three children, and the twelve princes; and so they all went home to their father and mother, and told all that had befallen them, and there was joy and gladness over the whole kingdom, because the princess was saved and set free, and because she had set free her twelve brothers.

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