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An old legend about a knight and a blacksmith, told as a short fairy tale by a much-loved Polish children’s ...
2021-02-23 09:00:00

And Now, a Legend...

“The Dream of Scipio”, Raphael, 1503-1504, National Gallery in London
And Now, a Legend...
And Now, a Legend...
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They reportedly sleep in a large cave somewhere in the Kościeliska Valley, where regular mortals rarely enter. It seems that King Bolesław the Brave brought them here centuries ago. They are fast asleep; clad in their golden armour, they sit on their steeds and wait. Some people say they will wake up when a great misfortune strikes the homeland. Others claim it will happen when the world becomes noble and righteous, but evil will still be running rampant – the knights will have to fight the dark forces to prevent them taking control of the hearts of people.

So they sleep, and once in a while one of them wakes up and asks: “Is it time yet?”

To which the knight on watch responds: “No. Not yet. Go back to sleep.” And so they do, only the horses shuffle their legs and their shoes have to be changed every few years.

That’s why, people say, a certain blacksmith’s apprentice, who was on his way back home from faraway lands, appeared in the underground grotto. He was walking along whistling a merry tune, and suddenly came to a stop, stupefied at what he had just seen. An enormous wide open gate appeared before his eyes, beckoning him to pass through it. Led by his own curiosity, the apprentice crossed the threshold and immediately happened upon a knight in heavy armour and sword in hand, who seemed to have been waiting for him.

This frightened the young blacksmith; he wanted to turn back, but the words of the knight stopped him.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “No harm will come to you here. But we need you. Follow me!”

No longer in fear, the apprentice obediently followed the knight. They walked down a narrow hallway that led them straight into a giant chamber, illuminated by a gentle light and filled with a sleeping army.

The blacksmith was awestruck. All these knights! All these horses! Yet the army was lifeless, petrified like the rock walls.

“They’ll wake up when their time comes,” the guide knight explained. “They don’t need anything, only the horses need their shoes changed. And you’ll do it.”

The young blacksmith rolled up his sleeves, reached for the tools and horseshoes he found lying in the corner of the chamber, and got to work.

We don’t know how long he worked. Because time in there passes differently than in the outside world. But he finished the work and got handsomely paid, much more that he did for the hard labour he endured during his journey abroad, and headed home.

Back in his village, he told everybody about his adventure, but almost nobody believed him.

“It’s probably a dream you had along the way,” some would say jokingly.

“Show us the gate and we’ll believe you,” others said.

But the young blacksmith was not able to find that spot. Yet he swore that he was in the grotto, that he saw the sleeping knights, and that he had changed all the horses’ shoes.

“The Dream of Scipio”, Raphael, 1503-1504, National Gallery in London
“The Dream of Scipio”, Raphael, 1503-1504, National Gallery in London

Translated from the Polish by Mark Ordon

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Marian Orłoń

was an author of books for children and young people. He lived from 1932 to 1990. He worked with “Płomyczek” and “Swierszczyk”, two of the leading Polish publications for children.