The most incredible Thing
The one who could do the most incredible thing was to have the king’s daughter and half the kingdom.
Young people, even old people too, strained all their thinking powers, sinews and muscles; two ate themselves to death and one drank himself to death to do the most incredible thing to their liking, but that was not the way it was to be done. Small street urchins practised spitting on their own backs, that was what they regarded as the most incredible thing.
On an agreed day what each person had to show as the most incredible thing was to be demonstrated. Appointed as judges were children from the age of three up to people in their nineties. There was a whole exhibition of incredible things, but everyone soon agreed that the most incredible there was a large clock in a casing, remarkably cleverly conceived both out and in. At every hour lifelike figures portrayed which hour had been struck; there were no less than twelve such tableaux with moving figures as well as singing and speaking.
‘That really is quite incredible!’ people said.
The clock struck one, and Moses stood on the mount and wrote down on the tablets of the law the First Commandment: ‘Thou shalt have no other gods before me.’
At two o’clock the Garden of Eden was shown where Adam and Eve met, happy the two of them, without any personal wardrobe whatsoever; they didn’t need it either.
At the stroke of three the three wise men appeared, one of them black as coal, he couldn’t do anything about that, the sun had blackened him. They came with incense and precious gifts.
At the stroke of four the seasons showed themselves: Spring with the cuckoo on a beech branch in leaf, Summer with a grashopper on a ripe ear of corn, Autumn with an empty stork’s nest, the bird had flown away, Winter with an old crow that could tell stories in the nook of the tiled stove, old memories.
When the clock struck five the five senses appeared: Sight came as an optician, Hearing as a coppersmith, Smell sold violets and woodruff, Taste was a cook and Feeling an undertaker with black mourning crape down to his heels.
Six o’clock struck: there sat a gambler throwing dice and he turned the uppermost side up, and it was a six.
Then came the seven days of the week or the seven deadly sins, people disagreed about this, for they belonged together after all and were difficult to distinguish from each other.
Then came a choir of monks and sang matins.
On the stroke of nine the nine muses followed, one was employed in astronomy, one at the historical archives and the rest belonged to the theatre.
On the stroke of ten, Moses reappeared with the tablets of the law on which God’s Commandments stood and they were ten in number.
The clock struck again, and then small boys and girls came jumping and leaping, they played and game and sang to it
‘Oranges and Lemons,
the bell’s struck eleven!’
and that it had just done.
Now it struck twelve, and out came the night watchman with fur cap and spiked mace known as his ‘morning star’, he sang the old watchman’s verse:
‘It was at the midnight hour,
Our Saviour he was born!’
and as he sang, roses grew and turned into angels’ heads, borne on rainbow-coloured wings.
It was lovely to listen to, delightful to see. All of it was an unrivalled work of art, the most incredible thing, everyone said.
The artist was a young man, tender-hearted, fond of children, a faithful friend and a great help to his poor parents; he deserved the princess and half the kingdom.
The day of adjudication had arrived, the whole city was dressed up to the nines and the princess sat on the country’s throne, which had been reupholstered with curled horse hair, not that this had made it any more pleasant or comfortable to sit in. The judges round about looked slyly at the one who was going to win, and he stood there confident and cheerful, his good fortune was assured, he had done the most incredible thing.
‘No, I’m about to do that!’ a tall, bony strapping fellow suddenly shouted out. ‘I’m the man for what’s most incredible!’ and he swung a large axe at the work of art.
‘Smish! smash! crash!’ there it all lay. Gears and springs shot all over the place, everything was ruined!
‘I took care of that!’ the man said; ‘my deed has outdone his and the whole lot of you; I have done the most incredible thing!’
‘To destroy such a work of art!’ the judges said. ‘Yes, that’s the most incredible thing!’
The whole people said the same, and so he was to have the princess and half the kingdom, for a law is a law, even if it is the most incredible thing.
It was trumpeted out from the ramparts and all the towers of the city: ‘The wedding is to be celebrated!’ The princess wasn’t the slightest bit happy about this, but she looked exquisite and was dressed in the costliest clothes. The church glittered with candles, late at evening, that is when it looks its best. Noble ladies from the city’s convent sang and led the bride to the altar, the landed aristocracy sang and followed the bridegroom; he towered up as if he could never be broken in two. Then the singing stopped, and everything fell so silent you could have heard a pin drop, but in the midst of all this silence the church door flew open with a mighty crash and ‘boom! boom!’ the entire clock marched up the central aisle and placed itself between the bride and bridegroom. The dead are unable to walk again, we know that very well, but a work of art can start to go again, the outer form was smashed but not the spirit, the spirit of art can walk once more, and not just in jest.
The work of art stood there true-to-life, just like when it was whole and untouched. The hours could strike, one after the other, all the way to twelve, and the figures that thronged forward; first Moses, who gleamed with what looked like flames of fire from his forehead, the flung the heavy tablets of the law at the bridegroom’s feet, binding them to the church floor.
‘I can’t pick them up again!’ Moses said. ‘You have knocked off my arms! You’ll have to stay put!’
Then came Adam and Eve, the three wise men from the East and the four seasons, each of which told him some unpleasant truths, ‘Shame on you!’
But he wasn’t ashamed.
All the figures each striking of the hour brought into view stepped out of the clock and all of them grew to a terrible size, it was as if there wasn’t any room left for the real people. And when, on the stroke of twelve, the night watchman stepped out with his fur cap and spiked mace a strange commotion arose; the watchman went straight up to the bridegroom and struck him on the forehead with his ‘morning star’.
‘You can lie there!’ he said, ‘We’re quits! We’ve got our revenge and so has our master! Now we’ll vanish!’
And the whole work of art vanished; but the candles everywhere in the church changed into large flowers of light, and the gilded stars under the ceiling emitted long, clear rays, the organ played of its own accord. Everyone said that this was the most incredible thing they had ever experienced.
‘Will you now summon the right man!’ the princess said. ‘The one who made the work of art, he is to be my husband and master!’
And he stood there in the church, the whole people accompanied him, everyone rejoiced, everyone blessed him; there was no one at all who was envious – yes, and that was the most incredible thing of all!