When he is sixteen or so his father arranges a marriage for him with a princess from a neighboring kingdom. One morning then the prince sets out in a suitor’s carriage, driving two handsome horses, down the road to meet his bride for the first time. About five miles from the castle there is a crossroads.
The King realizes that his son can never be married until he finds a bride for the Wurm. The king sent word out that a bride was required for a King’s son. A young women was chose out of the numerous applicants and a date was set for the wedding.
You must know that in this country an evening ceremony was held for the bride and groom at night and the final wedding took place the next morning. The bride arrived at the castle with her parents, her friends, many flowers, many cakes had been baked. When the evening ceremony came the bride stepped to the altar and the Wurm, who had been taken into the castle appeared from his chamber, came in with his immense length, faced the bride, wrapped his tail seven times, chum!chum! chum! Around her body and claimed her as his own.
Whenever the prince tried to leave the castle, the wurm was on the road, his longing for his true marriage still unsatisfied.
Ten more brides entered the castle and were eaten by the Wurm, who still remained unsatisfied and declared that no real marriage had taken place.
A woodcutter and his daughter lived in the woods a long way from the castle. The woodcutter had once worked at the castle and knew all. One morning the daughter said to her father, “Father, I’ve decided that I will be the next bride.” The father couldn’t believe his ears. “Don’t worry about me father,” she said. “I know what to do.”
A wise woman lived in the woods whom the young girl had met during one of her walks. She went to this old woman and said to her, “What shall I do?” the old woman told her to postpone the wedding for eight months, and during that time make seven wedding shirts, each of them elaborately embroidered. The crone said that the bride, when she arrived at the castle, was to ask for a bucket of lye, two brushes with stiff bristles, and a pail of fresh milk. Then the old woman told her what to do with them
The Wurm then stood up as a man, and a handsome, well-proportioned man. A week or two later the true wedding ceremony took place. No one had seen a wedding so marvelous for many years. I was there too, and received the best food and drank the best liquor for three days, but where did it go? Now I’m walking around pulling cold air through my teeth like everyone else.