King Thrushbeard

Introduction

King Thrushbeard is one of the Brothers Grimm's old tales about pride. It belongs to the folk story type of 'the taming of the proud woman', the same family as Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew. We have retold it as a Chinese-style fable: short scenes, plain speech, one clear turn in every scene, and a moral spoken plainly at the end. The lesson echoes the old saying that you cannot judge a book by its cover. The princess judges men by their looks and looks down on everyone, and in the end it is she who suffers most. King Thrushbeard hides his true face and lets hardship teach her, like bitter medicine that cures an illness — hard to swallow, but good for the one who takes it. Yet some readers may ask whether tricking someone and watching them fail is itself a kind of unkindness. That is exactly the question worth discussing with your child. In the original Grimm version, the storyteller closes with a warm wish that the listeners had been there to see the wedding — a traditional way to end a tale, and we keep that touch in this retelling. As you read, watch how the princess changes step by step: first she mocks, then she regrets, then she struggles, and at last she bows her head in shame. Ask your child which moment marks her turning point, and what they would have done in her place.

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King Thrushbeard - The proud princess mocks every suitor and names a kind king 'Thrushbeard', so her angry father swears aloud that she shall marry the first beggar who comes to the door. - Scene Illustration 1
The proud princess mocks every suitor and names a kind king 'Thrushbeard', so her angry father swears aloud that she shall marry the first beggar who comes to the door.
Long ago a king had one daughter, and she was very beautiful. But she was so proud that no man in the world seemed good enough for her. One suitor after another came to her door, and she sent every one of them away, mocking them as they left.
One day the king held a great feast and invited every fine young man from near and far. The suitors stood in a row by rank: kings first, then dukes and princes, and plain gentlemen last. The princess walked down the line and found fault with every one. This one was too fat, "a wine barrel," she said. That one was too tall, "thin as a stick." A third was too short, "a stubby dumpling." A fourth was too pale, "pale as a ghost." Another was too red, "like a fighting cock." One more had a bent back, "a stick dried by the fire." Not a single guest escaped her sharp tongue.
But she mocked none so much as a good king whose chin was a little crooked. She pointed at him and laughed, "Look at him! His chin is just like a thrush's beak!" From that day on, everyone called him King Thrushbeard.
The old king watched and grew angry, for his daughter had offended every suitor in the hall. So he made a heavy vow before all: "The first beggar who comes to our door shall be your husband!"
King Thrushbeard - A ragged fiddler sings beneath the window; the king keeps his word and gives the princess to him, then sends the pair out of the palace at once. - Scene Illustration 2
A ragged fiddler sings beneath the window; the king keeps his word and gives the princess to him, then sends the pair out of the palace at once.
A few days later a fiddler in ragged clothes came to the palace wall and sang beneath the windows, hoping for a few coins. The king heard him and said, "Bring him in." The fiddler walked into the great hall, sang once more, and then asked for a small reward. The king said, "Your song has pleased my heart, so I give you my daughter as your wife."
The princess turned pale and cried, "No!" But the king said, "I made a vow before all, and a vow must be kept." Her tears and cries were all in vain. The priest was called, and she had to marry the beggar fiddler on the spot. When it was done, the king said, "You are a beggar's wife now. My palace has no room for you. Go with your husband."
King Thrushbeard - Walking with her husband, the princess learns that the forest, the meadow and the town all belong to King Thrushbeard and weeps with regret; in their tiny hut, housework defeats her. - Scene Illustration 3
Walking with her husband, the princess learns that the forest, the meadow and the town all belong to King Thrushbeard and weeps with regret; in their tiny hut, housework defeats her.
The fiddler took her by the hand and led her out of the palace gate, and they walked on foot. When they came to a great forest, she asked, "Whose forest is this?" Her husband said, "It is King Thrushbeard's. If you had married him, this forest would have been yours." Tears rose in her eyes. "Poor me! Why did I not marry King Thrushbeard?"
They crossed a green meadow, and she asked again, "Whose meadow is this?" Her husband said, "It is King Thrushbeard's too. If you had married him, this too would have been yours." She sighed again. "Poor me! Why did I not marry King Thrushbeard?"
Then they came to a great town, and she asked once more, "Whose fine town is this?" Her husband said, "Still King Thrushbeard's. If you had married him, this town would have been yours." The princess felt deeper regret and could not stop sighing.
The fiddler grew cross and said, "You keep wishing for another husband all the way. Am I not good enough for you?" Just then they reached a low, small hut. The princess cried, "Good heavens! Whose tiny hut is this?" Her husband said, "It is mine, and yours. From now on, we shall live here."
The door was so low that she had to bend down to enter. She asked, "Where are the servants?" Her husband said, "What servants? If you want to eat, you must work with your own hands. Go and light the fire and cook my supper, for I am tired." But the princess had never lit a fire or cooked a meal in all her life. She fumbled about, and her husband had to cook himself before they could eat. The next morning he made her get up early to clean the house and do the chores.
King Thrushbeard - Basket weaving and spinning both fail, so she must sell pots at the market; business is good until a drunken soldier rides through her wares and smashes them all. - Scene Illustration 4
Basket weaving and spinning both fail, so she must sell pots at the market; business is good until a drunken soldier rides through her wares and smashes them all.
A few days passed, and their food ran out at home. Her husband said, "Wife, we cannot sit and eat for nothing. Go and weave baskets to sell." He went out and came back with a bundle of willow twigs. The princess tried to weave, but the tough twigs cut her soft hands and left bloody scratches.
Her husband said, "If you cannot weave, try spinning. Perhaps you can manage that." She sat down to spin, but the rough thread cut into her soft fingers until they bled. He sighed and said, "Look at you! You can do no work at all. Marrying you was a bad bargain. I shall buy some pots and earthenware, and you will sell them at the market." The princess worried to herself, "If someone from my father's kingdom comes to the market and sees me selling pots, how they will laugh!" But hunger hurts more than shame, so she agreed.
On the first day, business was wonderfully good. People liked the neat-looking woman and bought her pots, paying whatever she asked. Some even paid and left the pots behind. The two of them lived on her earnings for a while. When the money ran out, her husband bought a fresh stock of wares. That day the princess set her pots in a circle and was about to open for business, when a drunken soldier came galloping up. His horse ran straight into the stall, and every pot broke into a thousand pieces. The princess looked at the broken bits, and tears poured from her eyes. "Oh dear! What shall I do now? What will my husband say to me!"
King Thrushbeard - As a kitchen maid she is shamed at the prince's wedding; King Thrushbeard reveals he was the fiddler and the soldier, all to cure her pride; she repents, and they marry at last. - Scene Illustration 5
As a kitchen maid she is shamed at the prince's wedding; King Thrushbeard reveals he was the fiddler and the soldier, all to cure her pride; she repents, and they marry at last.
The princess ran home in tears and told her husband everything. He said, "Who told you to set up your stall by the roadside? Stop crying. I can see you are no good at hard work, so I asked at our king's palace, and they will take you as a kitchen maid. At least you will get a meal." The princess had nothing to say, so she agreed.
From then on, the princess was a lowly kitchen maid. Whatever the cook ordered, she did, and the dirtiest, hardest jobs all fell on her. She sewed a small jar into each pocket of her dress and carried her share of the leftover scraps home, and the two of them lived on that.
One day the king's eldest son was to be married, and the palace was hung with lamps and banners. The princess hid by the door of the great hall and watched from tiptoe. The candles blazed, the guests came in, each finer than the last, in silks and jewels. When she thought of her own lot, her heart grew heavy, and she cursed the pride that had brought her so low.
Dish after dish was carried in and out, and the good smells crept into her nose. Now and then a servant threw her a few scraps, and she bent down, picked them up, and put them into the jars in her pockets.
All at once the prince came in, dressed in silk with a gold chain about his neck. He saw a beautiful woman standing by the door, went up to her, and held out his hand for a dance. The princess looked up, and her heart nearly stopped. It was King Thrushbeard, the very suitor she had mocked and driven away! She tried to flee, but the prince pulled her into the hall. The thread of her pockets broke, the jars clattered to the floor, soup ran everywhere, and scraps scattered all around. The whole hall burst into laughter and mockery. The princess was so ashamed that she wished the ground would swallow her. She ran for the door, but a man caught her on the stairs. She looked up, and it was King Thrushbeard again.
He said gently, "Do not be afraid. I am the fiddler who lived with you in the poor hut, and I am the soldier who rode through your pots. I disguised myself and bore all kinds of hardship, only to rub away your pride and to let you taste the mockery you once poured on others." The princess wept and said, "I did so many wrong things. I am not worthy to be your wife." The king lifted her up and said, "The hard days are over. Today we shall hold our own wedding." Maids brought the most beautiful dress for her, and the old king came with his whole court to wish them joy. The real celebration in the palace began only then. From that day on, the princess treated everyone with kindness and never looked down on anyone again. What a pity you and I were not there to share the joy.

Vocabulary from "King Thrushbeard"

12 key words from this story with definitions and original context sentences for language learners.

suitorB2
/ˈsuːtə/n.

A man who wants to marry a particular woman.

求婚者;求偶的男子。

One suitor after another came to her door, and she sent every one of them away, mocking them as they left.

求亲的人一个接一个地上门,她一个一个地打发走,临走还要挖苦几句。

feastB1
/fiːst/n.

A large, special meal with many guests.

盛宴;盛大的宴会。

One day the king held a great feast and invited every fine young man from near and far.

这一日,国王大摆筵席,把远近各国的青年才俊都请了来。

crookedB2
/ˈkrʊkɪd/adj.

Bent or twisted, not straight.

歪的;弯曲的。

But she mocked none so much as a good king whose chin was a little crooked.

可她嘲笑得最厉害的,是一位下巴微微有些歪的好国王。

vowB2
/vaʊ/n.

A serious promise that you will do something.

誓言;郑重许下的诺言。

So he made a heavy vow before all: "The first beggar who comes to our door shall be your husband!"

他当众发下重誓:“第一个到咱们门前讨饭的乞丐,就是你的丈夫!”

raggedB2
/ˈræɡɪd/adj.

Old, torn and dirty, said about clothes.

破旧的;衣衫褴褛的。

A few days later a fiddler in ragged clothes came to the palace wall and sang beneath the windows, hoping for a few coins.

过了几天,宫墙外来了一个拉琴卖唱的,穿得破破烂烂,在窗下唱了一支曲子,想讨几个铜板。

meadowB1
/ˈmedəʊ/n.

A field of green grass.

草地;草场。

They crossed a green meadow, and she asked again, "Whose meadow is this?"

走过一片草地,她又问:“这片好草场是谁的?”

fumbled(fumble)B2
/ˈfʌmbəld/v.

Moved your hands clumsily because you did not know how to do something.

笨手笨脚地摸索;手忙脚乱。

She fumbled about, and her husband had to cook himself before they could eat.

她笨手笨脚,丈夫只好亲自下厨,两人才勉强吃上一口热饭。

bargainB2
/ˈbɑːɡən/n.

An agreement to buy or sell something; here, a deal that turns out well or badly.

交易;买卖。(此处指“亏本的买卖”)

Marrying you was a bad bargain.

娶你真是做了笔亏本的买卖。

galloping(gallop)B2
/ˈɡæləpɪŋ/v.

Riding or moving very fast on a horse.

(骑马)飞奔;疾驰。

That day the princess set her pots in a circle and was about to open for business, when a drunken soldier came galloping up.

这天公主把陶器一圈圈摆好,正要开张,忽然一个喝醉的骑兵纵马冲了过来。

mockeryB2
/ˈmɒkəri/n.

Laughter or words that make fun of someone.

嘲笑;讥讽。

The whole hall burst into laughter and mockery.

满堂宾客哄堂大笑,讥笑声此起彼伏。

disguised(disguise)B2
/dɪsˈɡaɪzd/v.

Changed your appearance so that people could not recognise you.

乔装;伪装。

I disguised myself and bore all kinds of hardship, only to rub away your pride and to let you taste the mockery you once poured on others.

我乔装改扮,吃尽苦头受尽白眼,都是想磨掉你身上的傲气,也让你尝尝当初你泼在别人身上的讥笑。

worthyB2
/ˈwɜːði/adj.

Good enough for something; deserving something.

值得的;配得上的。

I am not worthy to be your wife.

我实在不配做你的妻子。

Reading Together & Learning More

The Moral

Proud people look down on others, but in the end it is the proud who suffer most. True nobility lies not in beauty or rank, but in humility and kindness.

Educational Value

This fable helps children see the harm of mocking others and judging by looks, and teaches humility, empathy and gratitude; it also invites them to ask whether teaching someone by deliberate shame is itself unfair.

Tips for Parents

As you read, first ask your child what the princess did wrong, and then whether King Thrushbeard was fair to disguise himself and watch her fail. Turn the story into a friendly debate, so your child learns both to reflect on their own faults and to question unfair ways of teaching a lesson.

Talk About It

  1. Why did the princess think no suitor was good enough for her? Was it right of her to mock people for their looks?
  2. King Thrushbeard pretended to be a beggar and a fiddler and let the princess suffer, saying it was to teach her humility. Was that fair? If you had to help a proud person see the light, what would you do?
  3. When the princess sold pots, people paid whatever she asked, and some even paid without taking the pots. Why were they so kind to her? What does that tell us?
  4. The princess only became humble after much hardship. Must a person suffer before they can become humble? Is there a way to learn humility without suffering?
  5. If you were the princess and your jars broke at the wedding while everyone laughed, what would you think, and what would you do?