No barber in the kingdom would cut the hair of the Emperor Trojan. He had the ears of a goat and any barber who remarked on his ears was swiftly put to death.
I was just an apprentice but I went to cut the hair of the Emperor because my master had taken ill. I began my work and when I finished, the Emperor asked me if I had noticed anything odd about him.
“No, nothing at all,” I said.
He was pleased. He gave me money and said that from then on I should be the one to come and shave him every day.
So I did, but after a while the secret that I kept so carefully began to burn inside me. I needed to tell it to somebody. My master said that if I could not tell him my secret, or confess it to the pastor, I should go into some field outside town, dig a hole, kneel down and whisper my secret three times into the hole. Then I should put back the earth and leave.
That seemed to me to be the best plan, so I went and told my secret to the earth.
After I had shoveled the soil carefully back into the hole, I ran home with a light heart.
Barber’s Apprentice in The Goat Ears of the Emperor Trojan, Violet Fairy Book. Picture by Lynd Ward.
