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The Fisherman's Wife is the main antagonist of the the German fairytale The Fisherman and His Wife .
The fisherman and his wife live in a hovel by the sea. One day the fisherman catches a golden flounder who claims to be an enchanted prince. The fisherman kindly releases it.
When his wife hears the story, she says he ought to have had the flounder grant him a wish. She tells him to go back and ask the flounder to grant her wish for a nice house instead of their hovel. He returns to the shore and is uneasy when he finds the sea seems to be turning dark when it was so clear before.
He makes up a rhyme to summon the flounder, and it grants the wife's wish. However, the wife gets greedy and makes increasingly outrageous demands: a castle, become queen, become empress, and become pope.
The fisherman knows this is wrong but there is no reasoning with his wife. The flounder grants the wishes, but the sea grows increasingly stormy every time the fisherman goes to summon it. Eventually the wife goes too far when she wishes to become equal to God. The flounder revokes everything it granted, and the fisherman and his wife are back in their hovel.
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Then the flounder said to him, "Listen, fisherman, I beg you to let me
live. I am not an ordinary flounder, but an enchanted prince. How will it
help you to kill me? I would not taste good to you. Put me back into the
water, and let me swim."
"Well," said the man, "there's no need to say more. I can certainly let a
fish swim away who knows how to talk."
With that he put it back into the clear water, and the flounder
disappeared to the bottom, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
Then the fisherman got up and went home to his wife in the filthy shack.
"Husband," said the woman, "didn't you catch anything today?"
"No," said the man. "I caught a flounder, but he told me that he was an
enchanted prince, so I let him swim away."
"Didn't you ask for anything first?" said the woman.
"No," said the man. "What should I have asked for?"
"Oh," said the woman. "It is terrible living in this shack. It stinks and
is filthy. You should have asked for a little cottage for us. Go back and
call him. Tell him that we want to have a little cottage. He will surely
give it to us."
"Oh," said the man. "Why should I go back there?"
"Look," said the woman, "you did catch him, and then you let him swim
away. He will surely do this for us. Go right now."
The man did not want to go, but neither did he want to oppose his wife, so
he went back to the sea.
When he arrived there it was no longer clear, but yellow and green. He
stood there and said:
"Oh," said the man, "I did catch you, and now my wife says that I really
should have asked for something. She doesn't want to live in a filthy
shack any longer. She would like to have a cottage."
"Go home," said the flounder. "She already has it."
The man went home, and his wife was standing in the door of a cottage, and
she said to him, "Come in. See, now isn't this much better?"
There was a little front yard, and a beautiful little parlor, and a
bedroom where their bed was standing, and a kitchen, and a dining room.
Everything was beautifully furnished and supplied with tin and brass
utensils, just as it should be. And outside there was a little yard with
chickens and ducks and a garden with vegetables and fruit.
"Look," said the woman. "Isn't this nice?"
"Yes," said the man. "This is quite enough. We can live here very well."
"We will think about that," said the woman.
Then they ate something and went to bed.
Everything went well for a week or two, and then the woman said, "Listen,
husband. This cottage is too small. The yard and the garden are too
little. The flounder could have given us a larger house. I would like to
live in a large stone palace. Go back to the flounder and tell him to give
us a palace."
"Oh, wife," said the man, "the cottage is good enough. Why would we want
to live in a palace?"
"I know why," said the woman. "Now you just go. The flounder can do that."
"Now, wife, the flounder has just given us the cottage. I don't want to go
back so soon. It may make the flounder angry."
"Just go," said the woman. "He can do it, and he won't mind doing it. Just
go."
The man's heart was heavy, and he did not want to go. He said to himself,
"This is not right," but he went anyway.
When he arrived at the sea the water was purple and dark blue and gray and
dense, and no longer green and yellow. He stood there and said:
"Oh," said the man sadly, "my wife wants to live in a stone palace."
"Go home. She's already standing before the door," said the flounder.
Then the man went his way, thinking he was going home, but when he
arrived, standing there was a large stone palace. His wife was standing on
the stairway, about to enter.
Taking him by the hand, she said, "Come inside."
He went inside with her. Inside the palace there was a large front hallway
with a marble floor. Numerous servants opened up the large doors for them.
The walls were all white and covered with beautiful tapestry. In the rooms
there were chairs and tables of pure gold. Crystal chandeliers hung from
the ceilings. The rooms and chambers all had carpets. Food and the very
best wine overloaded the tables until they almost collapsed. Outside the
house there was a large courtyard with the very best carriages and stalls
for horses and cows. Furthermore there was a magnificent garden with the
most beautiful flowers and fine fruit trees and a pleasure forest a good
half mile long, with elk and deer and hares and everything that anyone
could possibly want.
"Now," said the woman, "isn't this nice?"
"Oh, yes" said the man. "This is quite enough. We can live in this
beautiful palace and be satisfied."
"We'll think about it," said the woman. "Let's sleep on it." And with that
they went to bed.
The next morning the woman woke up first. It was just daylight, and from
her bed she could see the magnificent landscape before her. Her husband
was just starting to stir when she poked him in the side with her elbow
and said, "Husband, get up and look out the window. Look, couldn't we be
king over all this land?"
"Oh, wife," said the man, "why would we want to be king? I don't want to
be king."
"Well," said the woman, "even if you don't want to be king, I want to be
king."
"Oh, wife," said the man, "why do you want to be king? I don't want to
tell him that."
"Why not?" said the woman, "Go there immediately. I must be king."
So the man, saddened because his wife wanted to be king, went back.
"This is not right, not right at all," thought the man. He did not want to
go, but he went anyway.
When he arrived at the sea it was dark gray, and the water heaved up from
below and had a foul smell. He stood there and said:
"Oh," said the man, "she wants to be king."
"Go home. She is already king," said the flounder.
Then the man went home, and when he arrived there, the palace had become
much larger, with a tall tower and magnificent decorations. Sentries stood
outside the door, and there were so many soldiers, and drums, and
trumpets. When he went inside everything was of pure marble and gold with
velvet covers and large golden tassels. Then the doors to the great hall
opened up, and there was the entire court. His wife was sitting on a high
throne of gold and diamonds. She was wearing a large golden crown, and in
her hand was a scepter of pure gold and precious stones. On either side of
her there stood a line of maids-in-waiting, each one a head shorter than
the other.
He stood and looked at her, and after thus looking at her for a while he
said, "Wife, it is very nice that you are king. Now we don't have to wish
for anything else."
"No, husband," she said, becoming restless. "Time is on my hands. I cannot
stand it any longer. Go to the flounder. I am king, but now I must become
emperor."
"Oh, wife" said the man, "Why do you want to become emperor?"
"Husband," she said, "go to the flounder. I want to be emperor."
"Oh, wife," said the man, "he cannot make you emperor. I cannot tell the
flounder to do that. There is only one emperor in the realm. The flounder
cannot make you emperor. He cannot do that."
"What!" said the woman. "I am king, and you are my husband. Are you going?
Go there immediately. If he can make me king then he can make me emperor.
I want to be and have to be emperor. Go there immediately."
So he had to go. As he went on his way the frightened man thought to
himself, "This is not going to end well. To ask to be emperor is shameful.
The flounder is going to get tired of this."
With that he arrived at the sea. The water was all black and dense and
boiling up from within. A strong wind blew over him that curdled the
water. He stood there and said:
"Oh, flounder," he said, "my wife wants to become emperor."
"Go home," said the flounder. "She is already emperor."
Then the man went home, and when he arrived there, the entire palace was
made of polished marble with alabaster statues and golden decoration.
Soldiers were marching outside the gate, blowing trumpets and beating
tympani and drums. Inside the house, barons and counts and dukes were
walking around like servants. They opened the doors for him, which were
made of pure gold. He went inside where his wife was sitting on a throne
made of one piece of gold a good two miles high, and she was wearing a
large golden crown that was three yards high, all set with diamonds and
carbuncles. In the one hand she had a scepter, and in the other the
imperial orb. Bodyguards were standing in two rows at her sides: each one
smaller than the other, beginning with the largest giant and ending with
the littlest dwarf, who was no larger than my little finger. Many princes
and dukes were standing in front of her.
The man went and stood among them and said, "Wife, are you emperor now?"
He stood and looked at her, and after thus looking at her for a while, he
said, "Wife, it is very nice that you are emperor."
"Husband," she said. "Why are you standing there? Now that I am emperor,
and I want to become pope."
"Oh, wife!" said the man. "What do you not want? There is only one pope in
all Christendom. He cannot make you pope."
"Husband," she said, "I want to become pope. Go there immediately. I must
become pope this very day."
"No, wife," he said, "I cannot tell him that. It will come to no good.
That is too much. The flounder cannot make you pope."
"Husband, what nonsense!" said the woman. "If he can make me emperor, then
he can make me pope as well. Go there immediately. I am emperor, and you
are my husband. Are you going?"
Then the frightened man went. He felt sick all over, and his knees and
legs were shaking, and the wind was blowing over the land, and clouds flew
by as the darkness of evening fell. Leaves blew from the trees, and the
water roared and boiled as it crashed onto the shore. In the distance he
could see ships, shooting distress signals as they tossed and turned on
the waves. There was a little blue in the middle of the sky, but on all
sides it had turned red, as in a terrible lightning storm. Full of despair
he stood there and said:
"Oh," said the man, "she wants to become pope."
"Go home," said the flounder. "She is already pope."
Then he went home, and when he arrived there, there was a large church
surrounded by nothing but palaces. He forced his way through the crowd.
Inside everything was illuminated with thousands and thousands of lights,
and his wife was clothed in pure gold and sitting on a much higher throne.
She was wearing three large golden crowns. She was surrounded with
church-like splendor, and at her sides there were two banks of candles.
The largest was as thick and as tall as the largest tower, down to the
smallest kitchen candle. And all the emperors and kings were kneeling
before her kissing her slipper.
"Wife," said the man, giving her a good look, "are you pope now?"
Then he stood there looking at her, and it was as if he were looking into
the bright sun. After he had looked at her for a while he said, "Wife, It
is good that you are pope!"
She stood there as stiff as a tree, neither stirring nor moving.
Then he said, "Wife, be satisfied now that you are pope. There is nothing
else that you can become."
"I have to think about that," said the woman.
Then they both went to bed, but she was not satisfied. Her desires would
not let her sleep. She kept thinking what she wanted to become next.
The man slept well and soundly, for he had run about a lot during the day,
but the woman could not sleep at all, but tossed and turned from one side
to the other all night long, always thinking about what she could become,
but she could not think of anything.
Then the sun was about to rise, and when she saw the early light of dawn
she sat up in bed and watched through the window as the sun came up.
"Aha," she thought. "Could not I cause the sun and the moon to rise?"
"Husband," she said, poking him in the ribs with her elbow, "wake up and
go back to the flounder. I want to become like God."
The man, who was still mostly asleep, was so startled that he fell out of
bed. He thought that he had misunderstood her, so, rubbing his eyes, he
said, "Wife, what did you say?"
"Husband," she said, "I cannot stand it when I see the sun and the moon
rising, and I cannot cause them to do so. I will not have a single hour of
peace until I myself can cause them to rise."
She looked at him so gruesomely that he shuddered.
"Go there immediately. I want to become like God."
"Oh, wife," said the man, falling on his knees before her, "the flounder
cannot do that. He can make you emperor and pope, but I beg you, be
satisfied and remain pope."
Anger fell over her. Her hair flew wildly about her head. Tearing open her
bodice she kicked him with her foot and shouted, "I cannot stand it! I
cannot stand it any longer! Go there immediately!"
He put on his trousers and ran off like a madman.
Outside such a storm was raging that he could hardly stand on his feet.
Houses and trees were blowing over. The mountains were shaking, and
boulders were rolling from the cliffs into the sea. The sky was as black
as pitch. There was thunder and lightning. In the sea there were great
black waves as high as church towers and mountains, all capped with crowns
of white foam.
"Oh," he said, "she wants to become like God."
"Go home. She is sitting in her filthy shack again."
And they are sitting there even today.
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