With apologies to the Brothers Grimm
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Copyright Oggbashan May 2004
(minor edits November 2009 and 2014 and February 2016)
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
This was written long before the Disney movie Tangled.
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The prince Johann had been hunting wolves. Wolves were a continual threat to the herders of his father's kingdom. He had left his fellow hunters far behind as he galloped after a large wolf. The wolf had run into the edge of a dense wood. Johann began to turn his horse away when it shied at a rabbit and threw him.
Johann was stunned by the fall. When he came to his horse was gone. He didn't know where he was except that he was close to the border of the kingdom. It was dusk and there were no trails nearby. He looked around. A faint light glimmered from deep in the wood. Perhaps he could get help or directions.
Inside the wood the darkness was oppressive. Johann thought of all the dark legends of woodland creatures. He grasped his spear and loosened his sword in its scabbard. Any creature daring to approach him would suffer. The legends were for peasants. As an educated prince he knew better but even so he couldn't help remembering some of the stories his nursemaid had told him at bedtime. Pan was sometimes a woodland creature. A sword would be useless against Pan. A wood-nymph would be welcome. He would treat a nymph with discretion and courtesy. A night with a wood-nymph was supposed to be unforgettable. Wood-nymphs were benign compared with some other woodland dwellers, real or mythical.
The light was still there but high above the forest floor. Faintly Johann heard a woman singing beautifully into the darkness. Johann sensed the edge of a clearing. As his eyes adjusted he was aware of movement. He crouched behind a bush to observe carefully. The song wrapped itself around him like a lover's arms.
An aged crone was shuffling towards the base of a tower. The light came from high on the tower. There was no door visible.
As the crone reached the base of the tower she called out:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."
Johann watched in amazement as a long tight plait of blonde hair was thrown from the high window. The crone seized hold of the hair and climbed up the tower.
He crept close to the tower. He looked all around it. There was no opening below the level of the window. On the opposite side, there was a balcony that would face the setting sun.
He heard the voice of Rapunzel and the crone arguing. Even angry Rapunzel's voice was seductive. He must see the owner of such wonderful hair and hear her voice clearly. Why? He didn't know.
Eventually the crone left, climbing down the plaited hair. Johann retreated to the edge of the clearing and settled down to wait for morning. He was woken by the sunrise.
He looked carefully at the tower. It had no possible opening below the window's level. The singing had started again. He couldn't make out the words but the tone conveyed longing and resignation. The song made him wish to relieve the hurt he could hear in the voice. He had to see Rapunzel. He stood beneath the window and called out:
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."
The song stopped immediately. Nothing else happened. He called out again.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."
"Who is there?"
The voice was trembling yet seductive.
"I am called Johann, Prince Johann." He answered.
"I know no Prince Johann," Rapunzel answered.
"Are you a prisoner? Can I help you?" Johann shouted back.
"Yes. I am a prisoner. Can you help me? I don't know. Do you want to risk your life for a woman you don't know?"
"Yes. I would risk my life for a woman I don't know. That is what Princes are supposed to do."