"
"Nay, husband," she answered, quite uneasily, "I find the time hangs
very heavy on my hands. I can't bear it any longer. Go back to the
flounder. King I am, but I must also be emperor."
"Alas, wife," said the man, "why dost thou now want to be emperor?"
"Husband," she answered, "go to the flounder. Emperor I will be."
"Alas, wife," said the man, "emperor he can't make thee, and I won't
ask him. There is only one emperor in the country; and emperor the
flounder cannot make thee, that he can't."
"What?" said the woman. "I am king, and thou art but my husband. To
him thou must go, and that right quickly. If he can make a king, he
can also make an emperor. Emperor I will be, so quickly go."
He had to go, but he was quite frightened. And as he went, he thought,
"This won't end well; emperor is too shameless. The flounder will make
an end of the whole thing."
With that he came to the sea, but now he found it quite black, and
heaving up from below in great waves. It tossed to and fro, and a
sharp wind blew over it, and the man trembled. So he stood there, and
said:
"Flounder, flounder in the sea,
Prythee, hearken unto me:
My wife, Ilsebil, will have her own way
Whatever I wish, whatever I say.
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