Honest Myth:Italian- The Daughter of the Sun

sunHere is the third myth, its Italian folklore.

A king and queen waited ages trying to have a child, and finally once able they went to an astrologer to learn its faith. They were told that the baby would be born a woman, and that she was destined to bear the child of the sun before her twentieth birth day. Learning this, they locked her in a tower (best idea obviously) that was extremely high with only a window at the top, so that not even the sun could reach her at the bottom. They locked her in their with a nurse maid (who would raise her) and the nurse maid’s daughter (who was the same age as the princess). One day when the two girls were almost twenty, wondering what the outside is like, the nurse’s daughter suggested they stack chairs to reach the window. When the sun saw the Princess, he fell deeply in love and sent beams down to her and impregnated her. Afraid, the nurse took the new baby (after it was born) and left it in a bean patch. The king and queen released their daughter at her 20th birthday and never found out.

The neighboring king went hunting one day and found the baby in the bean patch. He took in the girl and raised her along with his own baby boy. The children fell in love once they grew older, and the king (against their marriage) sent the girl to live alone in a cabin. As soon as she was gone, he betrothed his son to a girl of royalty. Sugared almonds and a message of the wedding were sent to all people in the kingdom. When the messenger knocked on the cabin, she answered the door with out a head (as she was brushing her hair and had left it on the dresser).Replacing her head, she invited the messenger into her home and began preparing a gift for the newly weds. She commanded the oven to open (and it did) and commanded the wood to go into the oven (which it did). When the food was done, she went into the oven to fetch it, and came out with a pie. No one believed the messenger, but the bride was jealous. She said she was also able to do those things. So the groom told her to demonstrate. None of the commands were successful and half way into the oven, she burned to death. The prince took another bride, and again a messenger was sent to tell the news to all. When they got to the girl’s cottage, she came through the wall and greeted them (since the door could not open). She commanded the skillet to heat up on the top of the stove and then stuck her fingers into the oil, turning them into fried fish. Wrapping them up (with her new fingers), she gave them as a gift to the newly weds. Again the bride was jealous and again she died in the attempt. The prince took a third bride and the messenger was sent to the cabin. When they came by, the girl was taking a stroll in the spiderwebs. She commanded a knife to go to her, and used it to cut off her ear. Pulling it, she pulled out a long roll of golden lace from her head. Again no one believed the messenger, and again the the jealous bride died attempting the same magic. The prince was so in love with the girl, that he began to become very sick, and no one could cure him. A sorceress told them the only cure was to feed him pap made from barley that was made, sown, grown, and reaped all within an hour. the frantic king went to the magical girl for help, and she made the pap as requested. She gave it to the son, who spit it up and hit her face with the pap. In anger, she said, ” You dare spit in the face of the Sun’s daughter and granddaughter of a king.” Astonished, the king allowed her to marry his son, and after that day she lost all her magic.

Hope you enjoyed,

-Blog Barista

Calvino, Halo. Italian Folk Tales. New York: Harcourt Brace Jouanovich, 1980, pp. 269-272. Print.



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