The Crystal Coffin
by Andrew Lang · from The Green Fairy Book
Adapted Version
Once, a young tailor was lost in a forest. It was night. He climbed a big tree. He felt safe up high. He carried a small iron from his work.
He saw a little light. He climbed down. He walked to the light. It was a small house. He knocked on the door.
An Old Man opened the door. He had a colorful coat. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am a lost tailor," said the Tailor. "Can I sleep here?" The Old Man was grumpy. But he let the Tailor in. He gave him food. He gave him a bed.
In the morning, there was a loud noise. The Tailor ran outside. He saw a big black bull and a tall stag. They were not fighting. They were having a magical dance. They moved in a circle. The ground did not shake. It was like a play.
The dance ended. The stag walked to the Tailor. The Tailor was not scared. The stag was friendly. The Tailor held its horns. The stag ran fast. It was a fun ride. They went to a tall rock.
The rock had a door. The stag touched the door with its nose. The door opened. It was a magical door.
A voice spoke. "Come in," it said. The voice was kind. The Tailor went inside. He saw a big hall. "Step on the middle stone," said the voice. The Tailor was brave. He stepped on the stone.
The stone went down like a magical elevator. It stopped in another hall. The Tailor saw many glass bottles. He saw two crystal boxes. One box had a tiny, pretty castle. The other box was a crystal bed. A beautiful Princess slept inside.
The Princess opened her eyes. She saw the Tailor. "You are here!" she said. "Please help me. Open my crystal bed." The Tailor pushed the lid. It was stuck. He used his small iron to gently pry it. The lid opened. The Princess sat up. She put on a big cloak.
"Thank you," she said. "A bad Magician put a spell on us. He was angry. He turned my Brother into a stag. He made our castle tiny. He put our friends in glass bottles."
"Help me," said the Princess. "Put the tiny castle on the magic stone." The Tailor did it. The stone went up. They went up too. They were outside.
The Princess took the lid off the box. The tiny castle grew big. It was a real castle again! They went back down. They got all the glass bottles.
They opened the bottles. Blue smoke came out. The smoke turned into people! They were the Princess's friends. Everyone was happy.
Then, the stag came from the forest. It was the Brother! The spell was broken. He was a boy again. He hugged his sister.
The Princess smiled at the Tailor. "You are brave and kind," she said. "Let us have a happy party." The Tailor and the Princess got married. They had a happy wedding. They all lived in the big castle. They were safe and happy. And they lived happily ever after.
Original Story
THE CRYSTAL COFFIN
Now let no one say that a poor tailor can't get on in the world, and,
indeed, even attain to very high honour. Nothing is required but to set
the right way to work, but of course the really important thing is to
succeed.
A very bright active young tailor once set off on his travels, which led
him into a wood, and as he did not know the way he soon lost himself.
Night came on, and there seemed to be nothing for it but to seek out the
best resting-place he could find. He could have made himself quite
comfortable with a bed of soft moss, but the fear of wild beasts
disturbed his mind, and at last he determined to spend the night in a
tree.
He sought out a tall oak tree, climbed up to the top, and felt devoutly
thankful that his big smoothing-iron was in his pocket, for the wind in
the tree-tops was so high that he might easily have been blown away
altogether.
After passing some hours of the night, not without considerable fear and
trembling, he noticed a light shining at a little distance, and hoping
it might proceed from some house where he could find a better shelter
than in the top of the tree, he cautiously descended and went towards
the light. It led him to a little hut all woven together of reeds and
rushes. He knocked bravely at the door, which opened, and by the light
which shone from within he saw an old grey-haired man dressed in a coat
made of bright-coloured patches. 'Who are you, and what do you want?'
asked the old man roughly.
'I am a poor tailor,' replied the youth. 'I have been benighted in the
forest, and I entreat you to let me take shelter in your hut till
morning.'
'Go your way,' said the old man in a sulky tone, 'I'll have nothing to
do with tramps. You must just go elsewhere.'
With these words he tried to slip back into his house, but the tailor
laid hold of his coat-tails, and begged so hard to be allowed to stay
that the old fellow, who was by no means as cross as he appeared, was at
length touched by his entreaties, let him come in, and after giving him
some food, showed him quite a nice bed in one corner of the room. The
weary tailor required no rocking to rest, but slept sound till early
morning, when he was roused from his slumbers by a tremendous noise.
Loud screams and shouts pierced the thin walls of the little hut. The
tailor, with new-born courage, sprang up, threw on his clothes with all
speed and hurried out. There he saw a huge black bull engaged in a
terrible fight with a fine large stag. They rushed at each other with
such fury that the ground seemed to tremble under them and the whole air
to be filled with their cries. For some time it appeared quite uncertain
which would be the victor, but at length the stag drove his antlers with
such force into his opponent's body that the bull fell to the ground
with a terrific roar, and a few more strokes finished him.
The tailor, who had been watching the fight with amazement, was still
standing motionless when the stag bounded up to him, and before he had
time to escape forked him up with its great antlers, and set off at full
gallop over hedges and ditches, hill and dale, through wood and water.
The tailor could do nothing but hold on tight with both hands to the
stag's horns and resign himself to his fate. He felt as if he were
flying along. At length the stag paused before a steep rock and gently
let the tailor down to the ground.
Feeling more dead than alive, he paused for a while to collect his
scattered senses, but when he seemed somewhat restored the stag struck
such a blow on a door in the rock that it flew open. Flames of fire
rushed forth, and such clouds of steam followed that the stag had to
avert its eyes. The tailor could not think what to do or which way to
turn to get away from this awful wilderness, and to find his way back
amongst human beings once more.
As he stood hesitating, a voice from the rock cried to him: 'Step in
without fear, no harm shall befall you.'
He still lingered, but some mysterious power seemed to impel him, and
passing through the door he found himself in a spacious hall, whose
ceiling, walls, and floor were covered with polished tiles carved all
over with unknown figures. He gazed about, full of wonder, and was just
preparing to walk out again when the same voice bade him: 'Tread on the
stone in the middle of the hall, and good luck will attend you.'
By this time he had grown so courageous that he did not hesitate to obey
the order, and hardly had he stepped on the stone than it began to sink
gently with him into the depths below. On reaching firm ground he found
himself in a hall of much the same size as the upper one, but with much
more in it to wonder at and admire. Round the walls were several niches,
in each of which stood glass vessels filled with some bright-coloured
spirit or bluish smoke. On the floor stood two large crystal boxes
opposite each other, and these attracted his curiosity at once.
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Stepping up to one of them, he saw within it what looked like a model in
miniature of a fine castle surrounded by farms, barns, stables, and a
number of other buildings. Everything was quite tiny, but so beautifully
and carefully finished that it might have been the work of an
accomplished artist. He would have continued gazing much longer at this
remarkable curiosity had not the voice desired him to turn round and
look at the crystal coffin which stood opposite.
What was his amazement at seeing a girl of surpassing loveliness lying
in it! She lay as though sleeping, and her long, fair hair seemed to
wrap her round like some costly mantle. Her eyes were closed, but the
bright colour in her face, and the movement of a ribbon, which rose and
fell with her breath, left no doubt as to her being alive.
As the tailor stood gazing at her with a beating heart, the maiden
suddenly opened her eyes, and started with delighted surprise.
'Great heavens!' she cried, 'my deliverance approaches! Quick, quick,
help me out of my prison; only push back the bolt of this coffin and I
am free.'
The tailor promptly obeyed, when she quickly pushed back the crystal
lid, stepped out of the coffin and hurried to a corner of the hall, when
she proceeded to wrap herself in a large cloak. Then she sat down on a
stone, desired the young man to come near, and, giving him an
affectionate kiss, she said, 'My long-hoped-for deliverer, kind heaven
has led you to me, and has at length put an end to all my sufferings.
You are my destined husband, and, beloved by me, and endowed with every
kind of riches and power, you shall spend the remainder of your life in
peace and happiness. Now sit down and hear my story. I am the daughter
of a wealthy nobleman. My parents died when I was very young, and they
left me to the care of my eldest brother, by whom I was carefully
educated. We loved each other so tenderly, and our tastes and interests
were so much alike that we determined never to marry, but to spend our
entire lives together. There was no lack of society at our home. Friends
and neighbours paid us frequent visits, and we kept open house for all.
Thus it happened that one evening a stranger rode up to the castle and
asked for hospitality, as he could not reach the nearest town that
night. We granted his request with ready courtesy, and during supper he
entertained us with most agreeable conversation, mingled with amusing
anecdotes. My brother took such a fancy to him that he pressed him to
spend a couple of days with us, which, after a little hesitation, the
stranger consented to do. We rose late from table, and whilst my brother
was showing our guest to his room I hurried to mine, for I was very
tired and longed to get to bed. I had hardly dropped off to sleep when I
was roused by the sound of some soft and charming music. Wondering
whence it could come, I was about to call to my maid who slept in the
room next mine, when, to my surprise, I felt as if some heavy weight on
my chest had taken all power from me, and I lay there unable to utter
the slightest sound. Meantime, by the light of the night lamp, I saw the
stranger enter my room, though the double doors had been securely
locked. He drew near and told me that through the power of his magic
arts he had caused the soft music to waken me, and had made his way
through bolts and bars to offer me his hand and heart. My repugnance to
his magic was so great that I would not condescend to give any answer.
He waited motionless for some time, hoping no doubt for a favourable
reply, but as I continued silent he angrily declared that he would find
means to punish my pride, and therewith he left the room in a rage.
'I spent the night in the greatest agitation, and only fell into a doze
towards morning. As soon as I awoke I jumped up, and hurried to tell my
brother all that had happened, but he had left his room, and his servant
told me that he had gone out at daybreak to hunt with the stranger.
'My mind misgave me. I dressed in all haste, had my palfrey saddled, and
rode of at full gallop towards the forest, attended by one servant only.
I pushed on without pausing, and ere long I saw the stranger coming
towards me, and leading a fine stag. I asked him where he had left my
brother, and how he had got the stag, whose great eyes were overflowing
with tears. Instead of answering he began to laugh, and I flew into such
a rage that I drew a pistol and fired at him; but the bullet rebounded
from his breast and struck my horse in the forehead. I fell to the
ground, and the stranger muttered some words, which robbed me of my
senses.
'When I came to myself I was lying in a crystal coffin in this
subterranean vault. The Magician appeared again, and told me that he had
transformed my brother into a stag, had reduced our castle and all its
defences to miniature and locked them up in a glass box, and after
turning all our household into different vapours had banished them into
glass phials. If I would only yield to his wishes he could easily open
these vessels, and all would then resume their former shapes.
'I would not say a word more than I had done previously, and he
vanished, leaving me in my prison, where a deep sleep soon fell on me.
Amongst the many dreams which floated through my brain was a cheering
one of a young man who was to come and release me, and to-day, when I
opened my eyes, I recognised you and saw that my dream was fulfilled.
Now help me to carry out the rest of my vision. The first thing is to
place the glass box which contains my castle on this large stone.'
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As soon as this was done the stone gently rose through the air and
transported them into the upper hall, whence they easily carried the box
into the outer air. The lady then removed the lid, and it was marvellous
to watch the castle, houses, and farmyards begin to grow and spread
themselves till they had regained their proper size. Then the young
couple returned by means of the movable stone, and brought up all the
glass vessels filled with smoke. No sooner were they uncorked than the
blue vapours poured out and became transformed to living people, in whom
the lady joyfully recognised her many servants and attendants.
Her delight was complete when her brother (who had killed the Magician
under the form of a bull) was seen coming from the forest in his proper
shape, and that very day, according to her promise, she gave her hand in
marriage to the happy young tailor.
Grimm.
Story DNA
Moral
Even the humblest individual can achieve great things and find happiness through courage and destiny.
Plot Summary
A young tailor, lost in a forest, is carried by a magical stag to a hidden underground realm. There, he discovers a miniature castle and a beautiful maiden enchanted within a crystal coffin by a wicked magician. The maiden, recognizing him as her destined rescuer, reveals that the magician cursed her, her brother (the stag), and their entire household after she rejected his advances. With her guidance, the tailor helps reverse the spells, restoring the castle, the household, and the brother, ultimately marrying the princess and breaking the curse.
Themes
Emotional Arc
fear to wonder to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Andrew Lang collected this tale, attributing it to Grimm, indicating its roots in German folklore traditions where magic and transformation are common.
Plot Beats (15)
- A young tailor gets lost in a forest at night and climbs a tree for safety.
- He sees a light, finds a hut, and is reluctantly given shelter by an old man.
- The tailor witnesses a fierce fight between a black bull and a stag outside the hut.
- The victorious stag carries the tailor away on its antlers to a steep rock.
- The stag opens a hidden door in the rock, revealing a mysterious passage.
- The tailor enters a hall and is instructed by a voice to step on a central stone.
- The stone descends, taking him to a lower hall with glass vessels and two crystal boxes.
- He observes a miniature castle in one box and a beautiful maiden in a crystal coffin in the other.
- The maiden awakens, recognizing the tailor as her destined rescuer, and asks him to open her coffin.
- The maiden recounts her story: her brother and she were cursed by a magician after she rejected his advances.
- The magician transformed her brother into a stag, miniaturized their castle, and turned their household into vapors in glass phials.
- The maiden instructs the tailor to place the glass box with the castle on the magical stone.
- The stone rises, carrying them and the castle to the surface, where the castle returns to its full size.
- They bring up the glass vessels, uncork them, and the household is restored from blue vapors.
- The brother, now human, emerges from the forest (having killed the magician as the bull), and the tailor marries the maiden.
Characters
The Tailor ★ protagonist
Bright, active
Attire: Traveling tailor's garb: sturdy tunic, breeches, perhaps a leather apron, carrying his smoothing iron
Brave, resourceful
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A middle-aged man with kind, focused eyes and a slightly weathered face, wearing a simple leather vest over a cream-colored linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves. He has sturdy trousers and a well-worn apron, with a measuring tape draped around his neck. His dark hair is slightly tousled. He is standing confidently, one hand on his hip, the other holding a pair of large, gleaming scissors as if just finishing a cut. A few colorful spools of thread and a pincushion are tucked into his apron pocket. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Princess ★ protagonist
Of surpassing loveliness
Attire: Fine gown (implied by her status), large cloak
Determined, kind
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A young princess, around eighteen years old, with long, flowing chestnut hair adorned with a simple silver diadem. She has a determined yet kind expression, her posture poised and alert. She wears a practical yet elegant gown of deep sapphire blue with delicate silver embroidery along the bodice and sleeves, the skirt split for ease of movement. Her stance is ready, one hand resting on the stone balustrade of a moonlit castle balcony, the other gently touching a small, worn leather satchel at her hip. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Magician ⚔ antagonist
Not explicitly described, but implied to be imposing
Attire: Rich, dark robes, possibly with arcane symbols
Arrogant, vengeful
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A tall, gaunt man in his late 40s with a sharp, angular face and a cruel, thin smile. He has slicked-back, jet-black hair and piercing, cold blue eyes. He wears a high-collared, tailored black coat with silver embroidery over a dark burgundy vest, and black trousers. His long, pale fingers are elegantly outstretched, crackling with dark violet energy. He stands in a dramatic, commanding pose, one foot slightly forward, his head tilted with an air of arrogant superiority. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Brother (Stag) ◆ supporting
Fine large stag, great eyes overflowing with tears
Loyal, protective
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A young man in his late teens with gentle brown eyes and short, wavy chestnut hair. He has a slender but strong build, with small, velvety antlers sprouting from his temples. He wears a simple tunic of forest green wool over brown leather trousers and sturdy boots. A fur-lined cloak is clasped at his throat. He stands in a protective, watchful pose, one hand resting on the hilt of a short sword at his belt, his expression kind yet alert. He is in a sun-dappled forest clearing. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Man ◆ supporting
Grey-haired
Attire: Coat made of bright-coloured patches
Gruff, but ultimately kind
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An elderly man with deep wrinkles and a long, flowing white beard, wearing a simple brown tunic tied at the waist with a rope belt. He stands with a slight stoop, leaning gently on a gnarled wooden staff. His kind, wise eyes gaze forward with a soft, knowing smile. He is in a sun-dappled forest clearing. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Forest Oak Tree
Tall oak tree, high in the treetops, windy
Mood: frightening, exposed
The tailor spends a fearful night, seeking shelter from wild beasts.
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A towering ancient oak tree dominates the center, its massive gnarled branches and dense canopy of deep green leaves violently swaying and bending in a powerful wind. Seen from a low angle looking up, the perspective emphasizes its height. The late afternoon sun breaks through the moving cloud cover, casting dramatic, shifting rays of golden light that illuminate individual leaves and the textured bark. Countless leaves and small twigs are caught in the gusts, swirling through the air. The forest floor far below is a soft blur of moss and ferns. The atmosphere is dynamic and wild, with a sense of immense natural force. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Reed Hut
Little hut woven together of reeds and rushes, light shining from within
Mood: initially unwelcoming, eventually safe
The tailor finds shelter and witnesses the fight between the bull and the stag.
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Evening twilight settles over a misty marshland, where a small, rustic hut woven from dried reeds and rushes sits on stilts above shallow, reflective water. Warm, golden light glows from within through the woven walls, casting intricate patterns on the damp ground. Surrounding the hut, tall, slender reeds sway gently in the cool breeze, their tips catching the last purple and blue hues of the fading sky. The air is still and quiet, with a thin layer of mist hovering over the water's surface. The scene is painted in muted greens, deep golds, and dusky blues, evoking a sense of secluded, tranquil magic. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Subterranean Hall
Spacious hall with polished tiles carved with unknown figures, niches with glass vessels, two large crystal boxes
Mood: mysterious, magical, wondrous
The tailor discovers the princess in the crystal coffin and releases her.
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Vast subterranean hall deep beneath the earth, polished obsidian floor tiles reflecting a dim, ethereal light. The tiles are intricately carved with flowing, ancient figures of forgotten lore. Niches are carved into the smooth stone walls, each holding a single glass vessel that emits a soft, pulsating glow of amber and teal light. At the hall's center stand two large, perfectly clear crystal boxes, refracting the ambient light into scattered rainbows. The air is still and cool, with a faint mist curling near the floor. The atmosphere is silent, mysterious, and reverent, with a color palette of deep stone grays, blacks, and the warm glows from the vessels. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Crystal Coffin
Transparent coffin containing a beautiful maiden who appears to be sleeping
Mood: enchanted, suspended
The princess is awakened and freed from her imprisonment.
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A moonlit forest clearing at twilight, where a large, perfectly transparent crystal coffin rests upon a bed of soft moss and fallen silver leaves. The coffin glows with a faint internal luminescence, casting prismatic reflections onto the surrounding ancient, gnarled trees draped with silvery lichen. Delicate ferns and clusters of pale bluebells grow around its base. A gentle mist swirls low across the ground, and the air is still and cool. The scene is bathed in the ethereal blue and purple hues of dusk, with the first stars beginning to appear in the deep indigo sky above the forest canopy. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Castle Grounds
Fine castle surrounded by farms, barns, stables, and other buildings, initially miniature, then growing to full size
Mood: restored, prosperous, joyful
The castle and its inhabitants are restored to their original size and form.
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Golden hour sunlight bathes a sprawling, magical estate where a miniature, intricate model of a grand stone castle sits on a manicured lawn, its tiny drawbridge and towers perfectly detailed. In the background, the same castle rises at full, majestic scale, its pennants fluttering in a gentle breeze. Rolling green hills are dotted with thatched-roof farmhouses, red wooden barns, and neat stables, all connected by winding cobblestone paths. A soft mist clings to the distant forest edge, and the sky is a gradient of peach and lavender. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration