429: Slavic folklore: The Devilkin Made Me Do It

Summary

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Podcast Summary: Myths and Legends – Episode 429: “Slavic Folklore: The Devilkin Made Me Do It”

Date: February 25, 2026
Hosts: Jason Weiser & Carissa Weiser
Theme: Slavic Folklore, identity, power, and deals with the devil

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Episode Overview

This episode delves into a richly layered Slavic folktale, retold in the show’s signature modern, witty style. Jason Weiser narrates the story of Goria, a gifted shoemaker, who is forcibly taken from his humble beginnings to serve a demanding prince. When Goria’s desperation leads him to make a pact with a literal Devilkin, his fate—and identity—are transformed. The story explores class, coercion, cleverness, the nature of power, and whether you should ever take a devil up on his offer to solve your problems.

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Key Discussion Points & Insights

1. Opening Context & Disclaimers

• Trigger Warning: The episode includes themes of abuse and coercion ([00:00]).
• Language Note: In this story, "prince" refers to a ruling monarch, not just the son of one. The character "Dardavan" is pronounced two ways ([00:00–01:30]).

2. Goria’s Early Life & Enslavement

• Goria, plucked from poverty for his skill, is trained to be the prince’s shoemaker ([02:00]).
• The prince, Mistafor, is portrayed as capricious, abusive, and never satisfied, no matter Goria’s efforts ([03:15]).
  • Quote: “I save you. I bring you out of your disgusting little hovel with those stinking creatures you call parents. I give you a chance and a life, and what do you do with that? You call me a liar?” – Prince Mistafor ([05:44])

3. Goria’s Breaking Point

• Years of beatings and manipulation drive Goria to despair. After a stint in the infirmary, he realizes he is trapped, paid only in continued servitude ([07:00]).
• At the public house, two ales in, he half-wishes for the devil’s help. The Devilkin appears to answer his call ([09:00]).

4. Deal with the Devilkin

• The Devilkin (a minor devil) offers Goria escape and even promises he’ll marry the princess and become prince—but warns there will be a price someday ([11:30]).
  • Quote: “I’m a Devilkin...you called me, and on your summons I came. I will serve you.” – The Devilkin ([10:50])
• The Devilkin uses magic to disguise Goria as Prince Dardavan and gives him a palace, servants, riches ([13:00]).
  • The Devilkin’s magic is less about appearances and more about exploiting the ignorance and pride of the ruling class.
  • Quote: “The minds of the rich and royal wouldn’t let them...that a shoemaker in a nice coat...could just as easily be them.” – The Devilkin ([14:40])

5. Identity Hijinks in the Palace

• Goria, now “Dardavan”, is coached on court etiquette and brutal aristocratic customs by the Devilkin, disguised as his own servant, Pratushkin ([16:00]).
• Goria must play along, belittling the Devilkin as "servant," and even physically abusing him to fit in.
  • Memorable Scene: Goria backhands Pratushkin under the prince’s approving gaze, but feels terrible ([22:30]).
  • Quote: “Goria hated it, but the Devilkin assured him that he did not feel pain the same way as humans...” – Jason ([22:57])

6. Princess Dogata’s Suspicion

• Princess Dogata is instantly suspicious. She hatches a plan to unmask the imposter using subtle class-based tests (like which bread he cuts first) ([27:10]).
  • Quote: “That is not Dardavan…that is Goria the shoemaker all your men are out looking for.” – Princess Dogata ([27:40])
• Goria cleverly turns the tables by invoking traditions and using unexpected generosity (salting brown bread with gold coins for beggars, deflecting suspicion) ([29:00]).

7. The Orb & Nighttime Intrigues

• The princess and her ladies-in-waiting repeatedly try (and fail) to steal Goria’s magical orb, each caught by Pratushkin. Each must leave a personal item as a “pledge” (slippers, headdresses, even the princess’s dress) ([36:00–39:00]).
• Their failures both play into the tale’s humor and highlight the power differential.

8. The Riddle Challenge

• Mistafor, the prince, attempts to stump Goria (now “Dardavan”) with a riddle, but Goria turns the situation to his favor, using the princess’s dress (left in his room) to blackmail for a hasty marriage ([41:00]).
  • Quote: “I went to walk in your green meadows and caught three goats and stripped from each of them three skins.” – Goria’s riddle ([41:45])
  • The resolution is a comic beat: Mistafor realizes that arguing “he’s the shoemaker” would expose the princess herself.

9. The Real Dardavan Returns

• The actual Prince Dardavan arrives—bedless, servantless, wearing travel-worn clothes. No one believes him, and he is sent to the workshop, and eventually off to war ([44:00]).
• Goria is now cemented as prince.

10. The Devilkin’s True Request

• The Devilkin returns to claim his part of the bargain—but only asks that Goria, now royal, drain the palace pond and retrieve a ring lost within, so the Devilkin may return home ([45:30]).
  • Quote: “Why would I want your soul? That’s what the fiddle contests are for. Now I want to go home. To hell. No, the pond, obviously.” – The Devilkin ([46:30])
• Goria completes the task, hides the ring ("just in case"), and life resumes under the new identity.

11. Final Revelations & Resolutions

• Goria and the princess have a confrontational heart-to-heart in a boat, with the Devilkin/Pratushkin theatrically disappearing “overboard.” ([48:30–50:00])
  • The princess reveals she always knew he was an imposter, even tried multiple times to have him killed—but admits he’s “better” than Dardavan.
  • Quote: “Nope. I tried to have you killed multiple times. Dardavan was a known quantity. You weren’t. Still aren’t. But you’re better.” – Princess Dogata ([50:00])
• They row to shore, embracing mutual acceptance—the closest this story gets to a happy ending.

12. Analysis and Reflection

• Jason reflects on the story’s subversion of tropes: the Devilkin is honest, simply helping someone (for a “favor”), and the royal family is willfully blind to reality ([51:00]).
  • The tale plays with themes of power, identity, and “the illusion of innate superiority through random violence.”

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• On Power and Reality:
  “The minds of the rich and royal wouldn’t let them even entertain the idea that a prince could actually be the shoemaker... Everything that made them special—which is nothing—would evaporate if they admitted it.” – The Devilkin ([14:40])
• Goria to Devilkin, after being caught abusing him:
  “Goria hated it, but the Devilkin assured him that he did not feel pain the same way as humans…” ([22:57])
• Princess Dogata’s blunt honesty:
  “Nope. I tried to have you killed multiple times. Dardavan was a known quantity. You weren’t. Still aren’t. But you’re better.” ([50:00])
• Devilkin’s goals:
  “Why would I want your soul? That’s what the fiddle contests are for. Now I want to go home. To hell. No, the pond, obviously.” ([46:30])
• Meta-narration humor:
  “The story won’t address at all how much it would absolutely blow their minds to see one of those night lights that just projects the scene on the ceiling.” – Jason ([39:20])

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Timestamps for Major Segments

• [00:00] – Disclaimer, language, and cultural context
• [02:00] – Goria’s recruitment and life in the palace
• [05:44] – The prince’s abuse
• [09:00] – Meeting the Devilkin in the pub
• [11:30] – The Devilkin’s magical deal
• [14:40] – Identity and class commentary
• [16:00] – Learning the ways of the court/Pratushkin’s role
• [22:30] – Goria forced to beat his own “servant”
• [27:10] – Princess Dogata’s suspicions and bread test
• [36:00] – The orb and the midnight intrigue
• [41:45] – The riddle and forced marriage bargaining
• [44:00] – The real Dardavan’s return and fall
• [45:30] – The Devilkin’s true motive: the lost ring in the pond
• [48:30–50:00] – Confrontation on the boat and final understanding
• [51:00] – Jason reflects on the story’s themes
• [52:10–52:19] – Credits and “Creature of the Week”

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Final Thoughts

Jason and Carissa’s retelling sparkles with dry wit, sharp cultural criticisms, and a modern understanding of the old trope: the devil’s bargain. The episode offers an engaging demonstration of how folklore continues to question authority, challenge identity, and invert expectations.

Next week: Finnish folklore—a warning about picking up demon hitchhikers.

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Transcript

[Jason Weiser]

Quick disclaimer One character puts another in a controlling, abusive situation. The story moves on from there, but it is present. Please see the post on mythpodcast.com for more info. This week on Myths and Legends, we're in Slavic Folklore. We'll see that if that creepy controlling guy just wants to give you so much stuff for free, you might want to take a second look at that contract. And that if a stranger in a bar offers to solve all of your problems and that stranger looks like a literal devil, it might actually be a great deal the creature this week is just making things difficult for people who want to cosplay as giants with spiky clubs and chains with actual human heads on them. This is Myths and legends episode 429 the Devilkin made Me Do It. This is a podcast where we tell stories from mythology and folklore. Some are incredibly popular tales you might think you know, but with surprising origins. Others are stories that might be new to you, but are definitely worth a listen. This episode is something of a Slavic fairy tale set in Eastern Europe. It's not super concerned with place or history. But before we dive in, just a short note on some of the wording. The originals use prince in place of a ruling monarch, where the prince is the ruler and not the son of the ruler. I just went along with that. So anywhere I say prince it means basically king or zhar. And real quickly there's a character named Dardavan in there, but I introduce him as Dardavan and going back over the episode, I guess I just flipped a coin every time I said the name because apparently I say both throughout. I noticed this way too late to fix it and it would sound weird to add that many changes in post. So sorry if it's annoying, though most people probably wouldn't have noticed it had I not mentioned it at the top of the episode. Anyway, Prince Mistafor needs a pair of new shoes and he's going to control a peasant boy's entire life just to get them. Goria heard it was an honor to be chosen by the prince. Goria showed skill young with his fingers, with his mind. He wanted to build bridges, palaces. The prince, though named Mystafor, needed a personal shoemaker and the boy was a quick study. It was so long ago that he barely remembered his parents faces when he was offered a better life in the palace. There he joined a class of other boys who were skilled and smart, and though there was intense competition and he learned to guard his boots he crafted lest a fellow students all find them right before the master came through, he ascended Goria. The boy resolved to make the most of this honor, the one that he had been given to learn from the best shoemaker in the kingdom. But before long, he was the best shoemaker in the kingdom. Scowls from the other boys and the misty eyes of his master watched him. The day the prince himself arrived and announced that Goria had won the position, Korya saw his personal workshop. It was twice the size of his master's, and his master's had been crammed with servants and students. This one had the greatest tools in the kingdom, bolts of soft leather and silks all his. The seneschal told him he had a fortnight. The prince would like a pair of shoes, and if Goria the shoemaker was wise, he would make more than one. Goria made twenty dozen pairs. Two hundred and forty pairs of shoes. There were so many shoes that the seneschal had to designate a ballroom for the prince's choosing. The prince Mistafor was an enigma as he strode the aisles, his walking stick tapping the floor. His countenance soured anytime Goria tried to tell him the significance of this or that pair, how one exemplified the conventions while the next defied them and elevated the craft. Goria apologized. He should assume his prince already knew all that he was, after all, the prince. A long sigh emanated from Prince Mistafor when he found the end of the last row and he nodded at the door. The guard outside closed it. I asked you to make shoes. How difficult is that for a shoemaker? These are not shoes. What are these? The prince asked. Goria chuckled. They were shoes, though. They were two hundred and forty pairs of shoes. Four hundred and eighty in all. Three hours of sleep a night for two weeks ringed his eyes underneath a greasy, scraggly mop of hair. The prince's walking sticks stopped clicking on the stone floor. I save you. I bring you out of your disgusting little hovel with those stinking creatures you call parents. I give you a chance and a life, and what do you do with that? You call me a liar? The prince's voice grew into a yell. Goria did not understand. These were perfect shoes. Sure, some of them might be a bit much, but there were plenty that were perfectly acceptable. The heavy end of the prince's walking stick cracked on Goria's cheekbone as the shoemaker fell to the floor. You call me a liar and now I'm worthy of just your acceptable shoes. The prince smeared Goria's blood on his chin as he raised the Young man up to look him in the eye. The prince was merciful. Goria would have another chance, another and another, until he got it right. But his insolence and failure would have consequences. Goria heard it was an honor to be beaten by the prince. At least that's what the physician said as he set Goria's arm the last time. The last time, you know, when he gave the young man a wooden rod to bite down on if the physician said anything. The first three times he said a bone. Goria hadn't heard it over his own screams. The prince, it seemed, was careful to avoid Goria's hands, fair and merciful as he was. When Goria walked From the infirmary 10 weeks later, with only a slight limp, he found the seneschal waiting. There was a disappointment, a shame in the man's eyes. Words that couldn't be spoken before didn't need to be spoken now. Both men understood the world in which they lived. Opening the door to the workshop, the seneschal said he hoped Goria had learned from his previous lesson. The prince desired a pair of shoes. Goria did better. The prince communicated in both word and deed, losing consciousness quickly this time, Goria only had a few fractures and he could leave the infirmary to get some good air to speed his recovery. Goria found the seneschal and asked for some payment for his services so he could go to the public house. The seneschal only chuckled. Payment. He received his payment. He had been educated by the best in the kingdom. He'd been fed and clothed. The job was the payment. Living in the house of the king was the payment. Feeling the cold panic creep up his neck, Goria found his coat. There was no way out. Without money, he couldn't get much farther than a day from the city before the prince sent his men to recover his investment. Finding a single copper in his pocket from his days at the master shoemaker's house, Goria could at least go for that drink at the pub. The infirmary's bitter wine hadn't done much for his tolerance, so he was only two ales in before his inhibition and his control slipped. Sobbing and sprawled face down on the table, Goria said, I wish the devil would free me from this master of mine. Ringing out in front of him. Though Goria hadn't seen or heard anyone approach, a voice asked, why are you in such a passion, my good lad? Looking up, Goria saw the well dressed man in front of him. Fearing for a moment that this man, who was as out of place in a public house as Goria himself was in the palace, was a spy or a chaperone. But the El got the better of him. Goria said his master beat him. He was cruel. These gashes on his face were nothing compared to what he just endured 10 weeks ago. The stranger took a seat and asked why anyone would beat Goria. Goria got to talking. He had no idea, but he knew there was no escape. I know your master. The stranger sighed. Goria must be freed from his cruelty. And as recompense, Gorya would be married to Mistafor's daughter, the Princess. Gorya laughed and wait. He didn't mention that his master was Mystophore. And how would the stranger manage that anyway? Well, I'm a Devilkin, the devil said. You called me, and on your summons I came. I will serve you. Goria blinked. He either needed to stop drinking because this was all ridiculous, or he needed to keep drinking because he was in the company of a devil. Come here. I'll prove it, the devil said and took Goria out into the daylight. Wait. How is it morning already? Lay down on the ground facing the sun, then rise and take two steps backward, the Devil King commanded. Goria saw no harm in heeding this request. His boss was already the Devil. What harm was it listening to an actual devil? He laid down, got up, took two steps backwards, and then did not recognize his feet, or rather his shoes and his pants, his coat. He was dressed like a prince. This is impossible. Goria marveled. Not if you're an actual devil, which I am. I've been very clear about that from the start, the Devilkin said. Squinting, The Devilkin marveled he looked even more like Prince Dardavan, the princess's betrothed, than the Devilkin had initially thought. Well, this would be easy. They'll know it's me. Goria began to panic. The Devilkin laughed. Oh, that was funny. No, no, they wouldn't. Not for several reasons, actually. One, no one even saw him before Goria the shoemaker. He might be somebody where he comes from, but to the palace he was nobody. He was invisible. Two, the minds of the rich and royal wouldn't let them even entertain the idea that a prince could actually be the shoemaker. Everything that made them special, which is nothing because they're not inherently special, would evaporate if they admitted to themselves that a shoemaker in a nice coat with a palace could just as easily be them. Palace? Goria asked. The devilkin clapped. That's right. Take three steps back. Goria did, blinked, and a white Marble palace was in front of him. As Goria walked in the palace, his palace musicians seated on either side of the hall began playing instruments, and he found the table laid out with costly food and drink, and the Devilkin invited him to eat his fill. As he did, the Devilkin asked, why not just kill him? Goria stopped eating. Who? Mistafor? He sighed. It had crossed his mind. If the Devil King could fulfill this wish, he could easily fulfill another. But Goria didn't want the prince to die. He didn't want that weight, and as terrible as he was, the kingdom was at peace. If he died, all that could go away and people worse off than Goria would suffer. No, he just wanted freedom. Hmm, the Devilkin said, and then made the nature of their agreement clear. He would do this for Goria, but someday he would ask something of Goria, and Goria must not refuse. Goria, maybe wondering if it was a good idea to make a deal with an actual devil, thought about the alternative. He agreed. Just then the Devilkin turned as if he was listening to something on the wind. Alright, he's gone. Who's gone? Goria asked through a mouthful. You? The Devilkin smiled. Prince Dardavan's ship had just sailed on business in another city. It was time for Goria to get married. A disembodied voice told Goria to freeze. Goria stood in a familiar place, ready to jump out of his skin, knowing that at any moment he would be recognized and best case scenario, beaten to within an inch of his life and then forced back to work. You're thinking like a kind hearted peasant, the voice said with empathy. You are rich and powerful. Now Goria might take his horse to the stables and make small talk with the grooms. Prince Dardavan stands in the courtyard, coughs, stamps his foot, and berates the first servant who comes to help him. We talked about this. I am so sorry, my lord. The groom rushed to grab the horse's bridle. Oh, you. Goria pointed and growled. You. Your shirt is tucked into your underwear and you have food in your teeth. Prince Dardovan growled and walked away. Okay, when it comes to berating, that was, yes, pointing out bad things, but it really was just helpful information. You need to get better at this, the voice said. If one of your household servants introduces himself as Pratushkin, that's me. And when the time comes, beat me. And don't hold back. These people love asserting the illusion of their innate superiority through random violence. The prince, Mistafor, Goria's boss, strode out. The captain of his guard thundered next to him. I don't care how you do it, just find him. Don't touch his eyes or hands, but do whatever else you want. He doesn't need his legs to make shoes. The prince grumbled before turning to Goria AKA Dardovan, with a smile. It was always so wonderful to see his future son in law, but he thought the man was half a world away on business. What was he doing back so soon? Goria froze. Here he was, looking his boss square in the eye, not cowering from the floor, but as an equal. And Mistafor the prince had no idea who he was. The devilkin hadn't changed his face at all to look like Dardovan. It was simply that Mistafor wanted to believe the lie, and he did. And seeing this face, one that stood slightly below his own, not stone and severe but obsequious, well, it filled Gorya with confidence. As the prince announced his arrival. It appeared to be the case for everyone else in the household that they all believed he was Dardovan, even though it was usually the case that whatever the prince declared to be reality was in fact reality. Even when pesky details like reality contradicted facts would not have you beaten and your family turned out of its house. The prince, however, would. The princess Dogata was a bit cold to him, wary and watchful. But with the type of man Dardovan was, Goria could hardly blame her. Remember seat one, a voice said in his ear. Goria shamelessly took the first seat, forcing Mistafor the prince to take the second, and laughing that he was glad to honor his future son in law. The princess, though, rose and asked if her father would come speak to her in a different room away from Dardavan. 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Basically, they have everything your home needs in every taste for this season. And when it comes to outdoor furniture, the season you're looking forward to, I cannot wait for it to stop snowing. Get organized, refreshed and back on track this new year for way less, head to Wayfair.com right now to shop all things home. That's W A Y-F A I R.com Wayfair every style, every home. That is not Dardovan, doghata said. That is Goriathe shoemaker all your men are out looking for. Ms. Dafour said that that was ridiculous. Yes, it is ridiculous that you're letting your shoemaker sit at your table in the seat of honor and marry your daughter. Dogata crossed her arms. Mistafor popped his head out the door frame and squinted. He didn't see it in the political fallout alone if she was wrong I'm not wrong, but I have a test, she said. Brown bread and white bread bring out both. If that Dardavan cuts the brown bread first. He is not Dardavan who would only eat white bread, mistafor said. Sure, okay. That was a very low possibility for embarrassment. He would order and observe. When the hot steaming loaves were placed in front of Dardovan, he took his knife and cut a piece of brown bread. Mistafort's eyes went to his daughter, who smiled and then looked to her father urgently, tilting her head with a look that said, either say something or just execute this guy. Prince Mistafhor took a deep breath. My dear and honored son in law, Prince Dardovan, how is it that you cut so much brown bread and no white? He asked. It was awkward, yes, but it was a valid question. Dardovan seemed to freeze, eyes looking down, and then the slightest briefest nod turned into a bigger one. Ah, yes. Dardovan laughed. Brown bread. Peasant food. You already know, don't you, since you served it? Do I? Mistafor felt equal parts rage and embarrassment for having treated Dardovan so kindly. Well, you served brown bread at the royal table, so of course you know my father's custom. I had hoped to be quiet about it, but I suppose I can speak on it. Dardovan called for Petushkin, his servant, who appeared with the bag. My father, as you know, was a particular man. He wasn't overly generous, but he did have his traditions, one of which was giving the first cut of brown bread to the beggars, dardovan said, placing the bread on the plate and handing it to Poushkin. One piece of bread. What would that do? Princess d' Agata laughed. Not much, my love. Not until he salted it. Dardavan nodded. The wrinkly little servant opened the bag and salted the bread with gold coins, pouring and piling them until the thick slice was completely covered. Petushkin waved for some servants to go take the plate, and he would see to notifying the beggars of their future prince's generosity. It wasn't hard to collect them, and soon the table was summoned to the outer wall, where they watched a group of beggars pass around the plate, each taking a piece of gold round and round until the plate was empty, and then they tossed the bread to a stray dog. Too soft hearted for my tastes, but the people sang his praises. Dardevan laughed. Of course, though Prince Mistafor knew all this. Of course. The prince smiled. He just wanted the others to see for themselves. Okay, that was an obvious pivot, the Princess Dogata said when her father pulled her aside on the way back to the table. Not another word, Ms. De Fort demanded, and they made their way back behind the group in awkward silence. Well, my future son in law, it has been a wonderful evening. May I show you to your room? Mr. Four asked. Goria smiled. Certainly. Goria felt a tinge of despair when they passed the hall of his workroom, but shook it off as he was directed up to a marvelous wing he hadn't even been allowed to lay eyes on. A servant opened the door and Goria's smile faded. No, no, no, no. The prince looked in and was everything as he commanded? The room, warm and comfortable, had a bed and chairs next to a crackling fire, but Goria only pinched the bridge of his nose before calling it, yelling for Petrushkin. The little servant scrambled and then stood up straight, but also somehow stooped to avoid eye contact. Yes, this is my room. Koria pointed. Petushkin began to tremble. Oh. Oh no. Yeah, oh no. Gorya looked back to the little man. Where is my 300 pood bed? I am so sorry, Master. Petushkin dropped to the stones. You will be, Goria replied, and wait for Petrushkin to give the order and then return. I did actually know that you slept on a bed that weighed, what, 3,500 pounds? The prince said while Petrushkin was gone. But you bring that with you. I don't. My servants do. I'm sure you too sleep in a bed that's weighed down by one and a half metric tons of gold and jewels, goria said. No other way to sleep. So I bring it with me. They are bringing it up, Petrushkin, AKA the Devilkin, said when he returned. We never told them which room you'd be in, mistafor said. Please, Prince, you must have people who know what they should do yet fail to do it. I will be merciful though, he will have another chance, Goria said, put his gloves on and began by backhanding the Devilkin across the face. Goria hated it, but the Devilkin assured him that he did not feel pain the same way as humans, and that this exterior was little different than a human getting a tear in their coat. It might not function as well, but it didn't hurt. By the time Goria finished and the same servants that carried in the 3,000 pound bed walked off and Petrushkin wiped the blood from his quickly swelling eye, Goria thanked the prince. Petrushkin will stay with me should I need anything for the night, goria told the king, who offered to have his men bring a cot for the servant. But Goria shook his head. No. Since he has deprived me of my bed for a moment, I will deprive him of his for the night. He will sleep on the stones. Goria paused for a moment, then broached the topic. He said he had been thinking about all night. I know that we have the wedding planned for the following week, but I would like to move it up to tomorrow. The prince's eyes almost fell out of his head. Well, no one was more excited than him to have Dardovan and the family, but tomorrow. There was so much that still had to be done, and the guests were en route. Dardovan's own mother wouldn't even be there yet. Seeing the dampening expression on Goria's face, he waved his hands. Tomorrow. It was impossible, but it could could be moved up. They would talk about it in the morning. Goria smiled, thanked his future father in law, and closed the door. As soon as it clicked shut, he breathed, oh my gosh. Does someone know? Someone knows, someone knows, the Devilkin said. This was going to be a longer night than he thought, but it was okay. Goria did well and could really think on his feet. The trap someone was laying for you only served to help you. It's not lost, the Devilkin said. So what's next? What do we do? Remember one more, the Devilkin said, taking the basin of water and cleaning the human wounds on his human face. The orb. That's right, Goria said. There was a knock at the door. Goria waved for Petrushkin to go and answer it, and it was the princess there with a dozen candles. She was holding the matches herself. She brought him all of his tapers that he liked for his room. Coria grinned, rising up and telling his love that she knew him well. Or he thought she did. The magic orb he had provided all the light he needed. It was more dazzling than a meteor in the sky. She blinked. Right. And this orb. He had it. 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Dogata did not love Dardovan. She didn't love any of the suitors that had come for her. Dardovan was vain and stupid. He could be controlled. Sure, she would have to have some children, but with his travels and deep abiding disinterest in anything that wasn't himself, her life would essentially be her own. This man, though she didn't know this man well, she knew of him. He was a climber, one of the kids her father plucked from the worst parts of the city and trapped to work for him. But he not only made it out, but in a week's time would be her husband. Then he was only one knife in the dark, or a trip through the kitchen and poisoned beef away from having power over all of them. This would not do. But what will you do? Her ladies in waiting asked, mainly because they were paid to care intensely about whatever Princess Dogata wanted. The key is the Orb. Princess Dogada paced through. It has a backstory we're not going to address, but it is one of a kind. The bed, the clothes, they could all be fake. He can't fake this. If we can get it, we can prove he is not who he says he is. We, the ladies in waiting, said. The orb, much like one of those night lights for toddlers, had a sleep timer where it would shut off, and around midnight the room was completely dark with only the soft breathing of goria and his 3,000 pound bed. Princess Dogata was out in the hall listening and commanded one of her ladies to go in there and get that orb. The lady, with the same inclination toward defiance as both the seneschal and Goria before his chance meeting with the Devilkin, did as her mistress commanded, and it was only a few seconds later that the princess heard the gasp and the accusations. Oh shoot, we've been made, she whispered to the other ladies, and they took off back toward her room. Is it not a shame for you, pretty girl, to rob your future lord and master? You must leave me now. A pledge for your conduct, he said, and then took my slipper and headdress. The lady described how Dardavan's servant had found her the moment she walked in the room, demanded those items, and then let her leave. First, don't call him that. He's not Dardavan, dogada said, and second, she was disappointed by the woman's failure. The next one would have better luck. The ladies looked at each other, wondering about the words next one, and each hoping it wasn't them. It wasn't them for all but one of them. She too tried to sneak in the room around 1am and she too was caught by the little servant who demanded her slipper, headdress, and jacket. Togata, who really should have realized she was following a very particular pattern, instead just came to the conclusion that all these young women failed because they weren't her. She was the princess, and therefore better if she wasn't a completely superior person in every way, why else would she be the princess? It almost made too much sense. No, if she wanted something done right, she would have to do it herself. Is it not a shame for your grace to contrive such wickedness? The servant hissed in the darkness. It is not becoming the daughter of so renowned a father to be plotting such tricks. Therefore, I must beg of you, fair lady, to leave me a pledge, knowing how this went, and that she had no other option at this point. If she, an unmarried princess, was found in the room of a man, even her betrothed, it would be scandalous, even dangerous. She gave up her headdress, slippers, and dress, slipping back to her room without another word. I have a riddle for you, Prince Mistafor said to his future son in law the following day at lunch. The Devilkin had told Goria the prince would ask a riddle, but he didn't tell him he would have to wait all day for the setup. The talk of moving up the wedding had yielded nothing, with Mistafor continually pushing it back, so it had been something of an awkward few hours. Actually, I have one for you first, goria said. Mistafor's eyebrows arched. Okay, great. The bad thing about being the most enthusiastic person when it came to riddles was that you were always asking everyone else riddles. Yes, please. He would love to do a riddle for once. Okay, here it is. I went to Walking your green meadows and caught three goats and stripped from each of them three skins, Coria said, and sipped his lunch wine. The stafor thought about it. That made no sense. Goats didn't have three skins. Okay, I'm getting the impression Mistafor didn't actually like riddles, that he just liked knowing something other people didn't and being the authority when it came to questions on that matter, because he pretty much gave up after goats don't have three coats, each the most literal, most obviously incorrect interpretation of what Goria said. Are you sure you want to know? Goria asked. Mistafor begged him for the answer, and so Goria summoned a servant, Pratushkin, and asked him to bring the skins from the three goats. Moments later, three servants brought three chests in the courtyard where the prince and Goria stood. Here are the goatskins, goria said and stepped back. Mistavor vaguely recognized what was in the first two chests. Women's dresses and stuff hardly seemed like even a metaphor for Go. He froze when he opened the third chest, recognizing it instantly. Where did you get this? He looked up with rage and terror. It was left in my room last night, goria said. In light of that answer to the riddle, Coria would like to revisit the topic of moving up the marriage date. Do you still think he's Goria the shoemaker? The prince asked. Of his daughter. She said, of course. So why was your dress left in his room? Prince watched her face and it told him everything. She was obviously cagey, first denying it and then saying something about his magic orb, which her dad really did not need to know. Well, whoever you think he is, you're marrying him today. The prince declared. The princess couldn't believe it. This was ridiculous. He was such an obvious fraud, and now he was extorting a marriage before the real Dardovan returned. The prince laughed. The real Dardovan? This is the real Dardavan. And if she truly felt he was a fraud, she shouldn't have gone and done what she did and forced their hand. So Goria, AKA Dardovan, and the princess were married. The real Dardovan returned later in the week for his wedding. He did so on foot and alone, in clothes he purchased from a merchant on the way because someone had run off with all of his servants outfits, horse and bed somehow. And you think we're gonna fall for that, Goria? The prince laughed. Goria had been gone for a week. He should have stayed away. The audacity of the man. To think he could come back and try a gambit like this. After the guards subdued Dardovan, they took him to his workshop, where for months he put up a spirited resistance to the prince's will, refusing to make any shoes at all, claiming that he doesn't know how to do that. What does all of this even mean? Please, someone help him. Classic excuse. Eventually, Mistafor just got tired and sent him off to war, where he died. Which is the actual ending in the story. But back in the timeline of our story, the next week, Goryo was walking through the gardens alone when a form appeared in front of him. It was the stranger from the inn. You have a debt to me, the Devilkin said. Goria nodded. He knew everything he had experienced over the past few days. That was more than he could have hoped for. He had been born a Peasant. But he would die a prince. That's nice, but not before you fulfill your side of the agreement. The stranger cocked an eyebrow. That is my side, right? Goria asked. I get to be a prince, but you get my soul. You drag me to hell. Why would I want your soul? The Devilkin asked. That's what the fiddle contests are for. Now I want to go home. To hell. Goria asked. What is with you and hell? No, the pond, obviously, the Devilkin said. Goria took a deep breath. Oh, okay. The pond. Wait, how was that obvious. The Devilkin, it seems, used to live in a pond at the heart of the royal gardens. One day, without realizing it, a maiden washing linens dropped a ring into the pond. It must have had some holy, otherworldly power because it drove him from his home. Was it like Solomon's ring that binds demons? Goria asked as they circled the pond. The Devilkin said he wished he'd get close enough to see, but it literally pained him so he had no idea. He needed a member of the royal family who could drain that pond and pull out the ring so he could finally go home. It couldn't have been any of them. He gestured to the palace, though. They all have their vices and temptations. It had to be someone he knew he could trust to fulfill the other side of the bargain. It had to be Goria. Wait. So I just have to drain a pond and then I get to keep everything? Goria asked. No. Eternity in hell. We'll first take out the ring and fill the pond back up. And the hell thing was that? That was Goria's thing. That wasn't the Devilkin's purview, but essentially, yeah. So that's what Goria did. He had the pond drained, took out the ring from the muk himself, and had it stored away in case he ever needed to ward off any Devilkins. After that, he had it refilled. Then one beautiful morning, Petushkin dragged a boat out so he could row for Dardovan and Dogata. Please take a seat, Master Goria. Your Highness. Petushkin gestured to the boat. It's a joke we have, goria said to his wife after he glared at Petrushkin, where he calls me by the guy you all thought was me, but who's actually down in the workshop and not making shoes, really kind of tarnishing his own legacy. Master Goria. She knows. Petushkin interrupted. Goria turned to his wife, the princess. She nodded. Yeah, almost immediately. But you still married me. Chose me. Goria sat back stunned. Nope. I tried to have you killed multiple times. Dardavan was a known quantity. You weren't still aren't, but you're better, she said. That was as close to an I love you Goria was going to get anytime soon, so he shut up and took the win. Pratushkin rode the pair out into the middle of the pond, remarking numerous times how he couldn't swim, and he was so excited for that trip he was planning later and all those future events on his calendar that he wouldn't go into but definitely existed. When they were finally settled, Petushkin looked down and slapped his forehead with a palm cushions. He forgot to set out the cushions. Couldn't have their royal backsides on bare wood here. Picking up the cushions, he stood turning with them in his hands. He began to wobble. Dagata looked to Goria and then Petrushkin. Um, that was all. Completely unnecessary movement and he was rocking the boat himself, she said as Goria covered his mouth in mock panic. And Petushkin continued to treat the boat like a StairMaster. He could sit down at any moment. Petushkin, no. Gorya reached forward and Petushkin wobbled and then threw himself overboard. Curse you, Petushkin, for being so unsafe in the water when you previously stated you could not swim. Curse you. Goria leaned over the boat and shook his fist. Looks like the servant Petushkin is drowned. The princess sat back and crossed her arms. Goria, still looking over the edge of the boat, said, the devil take him. I want him no longer. And then winked. It might have been his imagination, but it was as if the depths of the pond itself winked back. I saw that wink that you did, by the way, Princess Dagata said. We're not going to talk about whatever it was that just happened. I don't know what you mean. My servant drowned. It was sad. Koria picked up the oars. Mmm, yeah, he sure did, honey, she said. And they rowed towards shore. And that's the end of our tale. We're told. Gorya lived happily under the guise of Dardovan. I do like how this story plays with some tropes. The Devilkin here is really just looking for a good man who will honor his agreement and help the Devilkin get home. And he doesn't actually harm Goria at all. It's also kind of funny to me that the princess knows it's him immediately, and it's so obvious to her. Yet even with the continual reminder that, hey, this is the guy everyone is looking for and an obvious fraud, the prince still doesn't see it, and the princess plays essentially a Cassandra type role. Next week we're back in Finnish folklore with the story of why you shouldn't pick up hitchhikers who are actual demons. Real quickly if you'd like to support the show, we still have a membership thing on the site and Apple Podcasts for way, way less than the price of a lay's oven baked potato chip shaped like the US State of Ohio. You can get ad free and bonus episodes that are objectively better than a $225B tier chip shaped like a C tier state. Check out mythpodcast.com membership or find us on Apple Podcasts for more info on the membership. The creature this time is Jack in Irons from Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. If you see a giant walking the road with a spiky club, your first thought might be, hey, I don't want to mess with that guy. And you would be right. That should be your first thought. It also might be your last thought. And I know this might sound like I'm hating on people whose idea of fun is going on the North Yorkshire moors with a spiky club and waving it around, but if that is your idea of a good time, you know everyone has their own things they like to do for fun, and far be it from me to judge you, but you should be aware of the cultural context if you weren't already. It's complicated. If you go out and do so with the heads of your victims dangling from chains wrapped around your body, well, you've kinda crossed a line from someone who just enjoys swinging a spiky club around in the dark to kind of an actual monster. Because that's what Jack and Irons wears. And at that point it kinda feels like you're making a very specific choice. I'll be real. I owned a sword once and it was fun to swing around. I've never been like, hey, what if I then take this sword and then run up to people at night and enthusiastically show it to them? Also while wearing a half dozen human heads. While the first part of that is questionable and ill advised, it's definitely the second half that's the problem, because the heads invite the question of are those real heads? Why do you possess human heads? How are they affixed onto the chain? Is it through the ear situation or a strong hair braid looped onto the chain? Also probably the most pressing question what about that open spot there? Am I next? All intense and over committed cosplayers aside, when it comes to Jak and Irons. Yes, you will be next. 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