ONCE
UPON A TIME, I was a goblin named Riddle.
I lived in a sissoo tree within a vast cemetery, which was perfect since
I relish my peace and quiet. Unfortunately,
people would occasionally interfere with my business, so I would disguise
myself as a dead body hanging from the tree (It was a cemetery after
all!). I lived this way for many years,
doing deals with the occasional passerby who could solve one of my
riddles. No one ever solved more than
one of my tricky riddles! That is, until HE came along…
I’d
been living in my tree for maybe 50 years when a man came by in the dead of
night. Instead of simply walking by,
however, he cut me down from the tree! And then he slung me over his back like
a sack of potatoes! The humiliation! I kicked and screamed for a few moments
before I remembered that if he answered on of my riddles, I would return to my
tree. I could go back and finish my
dinner and forget about this embarrassing situation.
And so I
told him a riddle, and being the smart king that he was, he answered it and I returned
to my tree. But the bastard followed me
back! Again and again I told him one of my riddles, and again and again he
answered them true. I thought that
eventually he would give up and leave me in peace. But nooooooooooo. The man was incessant, constantly cutting me
down and ferrying me back down the cemetery road in the middle of the
night. I suppose I should be glad it
wasn’t day time or someone might have seen me being lugged around on the back
of this brute!
After
20 riddles, 20 trips back to the tree, and 20 trips back down the cemetery road
carried upon his shoulders, I decided to give him my masterpiece of a
riddle. No one had ever answered it
correctly. Not the wizards or witches,
not the princes or knights, not even the farseeing oracles of old. No one had ever figured this riddle out.
As I told
the story, I saw his brow get more and more furrowed. I could practically see the wheels turning in
his head! I had him! I finally had him!
He would answer wrong, his head would burst and I could return to my tree!
Unfortunately, that isn’t how this case turned out. All the wizards, witches, princes, knights
and oracles had tried to answer this riddle and their end had come. But this king was smarter than the
others.
Since he didn’t know the answer, he
actually kept his mouth shut! Have you ever heard of a man doing that?! They at least try on the off chance that they
might be right! But not this man. He
kept silent, which impressed me beyond measure.
I decided to help this impressive,
tenacious man. I knew that the monk
would try to harness my power to become the king of the fairies. I also knew that this man would be a
beneficent ruler to both his human kingdom and that of the fairies. He was honorable, strong, kind, and
smart.
I warned him of the monk’s plan and
told him how to circumvent it. When we
arrived to the meeting place, the king followed my instructions to the
letter. The monk was dead and he was the
soon to be king. But he didn’t want the
job or the power. What he told me next
was more impressive than all the riddles he had solved.
“O magic creature, if you are
pleased with me, I have nothing more to wish for. Yet I ask you to make me one
promise, that these twenty-two different, charming puzzle-stories shall be
known all over the world and be received with honor."
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While I was loath to leave my tree,
I felt an obligation to fulfill this great man’s wishes. And so I traveled, for one year telling my
riddles to every man, woman, and child that I encountered. For that year, I even left out the side
effects! After that, I continued to
travel, telling my riddles.
I thought that I would miss my old life and
the peace and quiet of my tree in the cemetery. And for a time I did. However, the farther I traveled, the more I began
to enjoy myself. I enjoyed the new
sights and foods, sharing my stories with new people who would never have heard
them otherwise.
To this day, I’m still not sure if
the king planned this all along. Did he
know I would enjoy travelling and telling my stories? Or did he just want to
share them with the world?
Author’s Note:
I chose not to do any individual story from the Twenty-Two Goblins unit, but to instead do a sort of overview story from the goblin’s (who
I called Riddle) point of view. I kind of meshed the Introduction and the Conclusion and added things in the middle. I kept
the story the same, but left out a few details that I didn’t think were
entirely necessary. The original story
more follows the king, setting up in his court and revolving around his
determination to fulfill his promise to the monk.
I thought it would be intriguing to write this as if Riddle
was telling the story from the present.
She’s looking back on her life and how this moment changed it so
drastically. Few had ever solved her
riddles with such confidence and ease, and no one had ever chosen to say
nothing when they didn’t know the answer.
I thought it would be fun to show how humiliating it would be for a
goblin to be carted around on the shoulders of a man, especially a man as
tenacious as the king of these stories.
I also carried it a bit further by telling how she reacted to her
travels, coming to enjoy them and the opportunities they afforded her!
"Introduction" and "Conclusion" from Twenty-Two Goblins, translated by Arthur W. Ryder (1917). Web Source: Mythology and Folklore UN-Textbook.