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Once upon a time
there lived a king and queen who were grieved, more
grieved than words can tell, because they had no children. They
tried the waters of every country, made vows and pilgrimages,
and did everything that could be done, but without result. At
last, however, the queen found that her wishes were fulfilled,
and in due course she gave birth to a daughter. A grand
christening was held, and all the fairies that could be found in
the realm (they numbered seven in all) were invited to be
godmothers to the little princess. This was done so that by
means of the gifts which each in turn would bestow upon her (in
accordance with the fairy custom of those days) the princess
might be endowed with every imaginable perfection.
When the christening ceremony was over, all the company
returned to the king’s palace, where a great banquet was held in
honor of the fairies. Places were laid for them in magnificent
style, and before each was placed a solid gold casket containing
a spoon, fork, and knife of fine gold, set with diamonds and
rubies. But just as all were sitting down to table an aged fairy
was seen to enter, whom no one had thought to invite—the reason
being that for more than fifty years she had never quitted the
tower in which she lived, and people had supposed her to be dead
or bewitched. By the king’s orders a place was laid for her, but
it was impossible to give her a golden casket like the others,
for only seven had been made for the seven fairies. |
The old creature
believed that she was intentionally slighted, and muttered
threats between her teeth.
She was overheard by one of the young fairies, who was
seated nearby. The latter, guessing that some mischievous gift
might be bestowed upon the little princess, hid behind the
tapestry as soon as the company left the table. Her intention
was to be the last to speak, and so to have the power of
counteracting, as far as possible, any evil which the old fairy
might do.
Presently the fairies began to bestow their gifts upon the
princess. The youngest ordained that she should be the most
beautiful person in the world; the next, that she should have
the temper of an angel; the third, that she should do everything
with wonderful grace; the fourth, that she should dance to
perfection; the fifth, that she should sing like a nightingale;
and the sixth, that she should play every kind of music with the
utmost skill.
It was now the turn of the aged fairy. Shaking her head, in
token of spite rather than of infirmity, she declared that the
princess should prick her hand with a spindle, and die of it. A
shudder ran through the company at this terrible gift. All eyes
were filled with tears.
But at this moment the young fairy stepped forth from behind
the tapestry.
“Take comfort, your Majesties,” she cried in a loud voice;
“your daughter shall not die. My power, it is true, is not
enough to undo all that my aged kinswoman has decreed: the
princess will indeed prick her hand with a spindle. But instead
of dying she shall merely fall into a profound slumber that will
last a hundred years. At the end of that time a king’s son shall
come to awaken her.”
The king, in an attempt to avert the unhappy doom pronounced
by the old fairy, at once published an edict forbidding all
persons, under pain of death, to use a spinning wheel or keep a
spindle in the house.
At the end of fifteen or sixteen years the king and queen
happened one day to be away, on pleasure bent. The princess was
running about the castle, and going upstairs from room to room
she came at length to a garret at the top of a tower, where an
old serving woman sat alone with her dista spinning. This good
woman had never heard speak of the king’s proclamation
forbidding the use of spinning wheels.
“What are you doing, my good woman?” asked the princess.
“I am spinning, my pretty child,” replied the dame, not
knowing who she was.
“Oh, what fun!” rejoined the princess; “how do you do it?
Let me try and see if I can do it equally well.”
Partly because she was too hasty, partly because she was
a little heedless, but also because the fairy decree had
ordained it, no sooner had she seized the spindle than she
pricked her hand and fell down in a swoon.
In great alarm the good dame cried out for help. People came
running from every quarter to the princess. They threw water on
her face, chafed her with their hands, and rubbed her temples
with the royal essence of Hungary. But nothing would restore
her.
Then the king, who had been brought upstairs by the
commotion, remembered the fairy prophecy. Feeling certain that
what had happened was inevitable, since the fairies had decreed
it, he gave orders that the princess should be placed in the
finest apartment in the palace, upon a bed embroidered in gold
and silver.
You would have thought her an angel, so fair was she to
behold. The trance had not taken away the lovely color of her
complexion. Her cheeks were delicately flushed, her lips like
coral. Her eyes, indeed, were closed, but her gentle breathing
could be heard, and it was therefore plain that she was not
dead. The king commanded that she should be left to sleep in
peace until the hour of her awakening should come.
When the accident happened to the princess, the good fairy
who had saved her life by condemning her to sleep a hundred
years was in the kingdom of Mataquin, twelve thousand leagues
away. She was instantly warned of it, however, by a little dwarf
who had a pair of seven-league boots, which are boots that
enable one to cover seven leagues at a single step. The fairy
set off at once, and within an hour her chariot of fire, drawn
by dragons, was seen approaching. The king handed her down from
her chariot, and she approved of all that he had done. But being
gifted with great powers of foresight, she bethought herself
that when the princess came to be awakened, she would be much
distressed to find herself all alone in the old castle. And this
is what she did. She touched with her wand everybody (except the
king and queen) who was in the castle--governesses, maids of
honor, ladies-in-waiting, gentlemen, officers, stewards, cooks,
scullions, errand boys, guards, porters, pages, footmen. She
touched likewise all the horses in the stables, with their
grooms, the big mastiffs in the courtyard, and little Puff, the
pet dog of the princess, who was lying on the bed beside his
mistress. The moment she had touched them they all fell asleep,
to awaken only at the same moment as their mistress. Thus they
would always be ready with their service whenever she should
require it. The very spits before the fire, loaded with
partridges and pheasants, subsided into slumber, and the fire as
well. All was done in a moment, for the fairies do not take long
over their work.
Then the king and queen kissed their dear child, without
waking her, and left the castle. Proclamations were issued,
forbidding any approach to it, but these warnings were not
needed, for within a quarter of an hour there grew up all round
the park so vast a quantity of trees big and small, with
interlacing brambles and thorns, that neither man nor beast
could penetrate them. The tops alone of the castle towers could
be seen, and these only from a distance. Thus did the fairy’s
magic contrive that the princess, during all the time of her
slumber, should have nought whatever to fear from prying eyes.
At the end of a hundred years the throne had passed to
another family from that of the sleeping princess. One day the
king’s son chanced to go a-hunting that way, and seeing in the
distance some towers in the midst of a large and dense forest,
he asked what they were. His attendants told him in reply the
various stories which they had heard. Some said there was an old
castle haunted by ghosts, others that all the witches of the
neighborhood held their revels there. The favorite tale was that
in the castle lived an ogre, who carried thither all the
children whom he could catch. There he devoured them at his
leisure, and since he was the only person who could force a
passage through the wood nobody had been able to pursue him.
While the prince was wondering what to believe, an old
peasant took up the tale.
“Your Highness,” said he, “more than fifty years ago I heard
my father say that in this castle lies a princess, the most
beautiful that has ever been seen. It is her doom to sleep there
for a hundred years, and then to be awakened by a king’s son,
for whose coming she waits.”
This story fired the young prince. He jumped immediately to
the conclusion that it was for him to see so gay an adventure
through, and impelled alike by the wish for love and glory, he
resolved to set about it on the spot.
Hardly had he taken a step towards the wood when the tall trees,
the brambles and the thorns, separated of themselves and made a
path for him. He turned in the direction of the castle, and
espied it at the end of a long avenue. This avenue he entered,
and was surprised to notice that the trees closed up again as
soon as he had passed, so that none of his retinue were able to
follow him. A young and gallant prince is always brave, however;
so he continued on his way, and presently reached a large
forecourt.
The sight that now met his gaze was enough to fill him with
an icy fear. The silence of the place was dreadful, and death
seemed all about him. The recumbent figures of men and animals
had all the appearance of being lifeless, until he perceived by
the pimply noses and ruddy faces of the porters, that they
merely slept. It was plain, too, from their glasses, in which
were still some dregs of wine, that they had fallen asleep while
drinking.The prince made his way into a great courtyard, paved
with marble, and mounting the staircase entered the guardroom.
Here the guards were lined up on either side in two ranks, their
muskets on their shoulders, snoring their hardest. Through
several apartments crowded with ladies and gentlemen in waiting,
some seated, some standing, but all asleep, he pushed on, and so
came at last to a chamber which was decked all over with gold.
There he encountered the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Reclining upon a bed, the curtains of which on every side were
drawn back, was a princess of seemingly some fifteen or sixteen
summers, whose radiant beauty had an almost unearthly luster.
Trembling in his admiration he drew near and went on his
knees beside her. At the same moment, the hour of disenchantment
having come, the princess awoke, and bestowed upon him a look
more tender than a first glance might seem to warrant.
“Is it you, dear prince?” she said; “you have been long in
coming!”
Charmed by these words, and especially by the manner in
which they were said, the prince scarcely knew how to express
his delight and gratification. He declared that he loved her
better than he loved himself. His words were faltering, but they
pleased the more for that. The less there is of eloquence, the
more there is of love.
Her embarrassment was less than his, and that is not to be
wondered at, since she had had time to think of what she would
say to him. It seems (although the story says nothing about it)
that the good fairy had beguiled her long slumber with pleasant
dreams. To be brief after four hours of talking they had not
succeeded in uttering one half of the things they had to say to
each other.
Now the whole palace had awakened with the princess. Every
one went about his business, and since they were not all in love
they presently began to feel mortally hungry. The
lady-in-waiting, who was suffering like the rest, at length lost
patience, and in a loud voice called out to the princess that
supper was served.The princess was already fully dressed, and in
most magnificent style. As he helped her to rise, the prince
refrained from telling her that her clothes, with the straight
collar which she wore, were like those to which his grandmother
had been accustomed. And in truth, they in no way detracted from
her beauty.
They passed into an apartment hung with mirrors, and were
there served with supper by the stewards of the household, while
the fiddles and oboes played some old music and played it
remarkably well, considering they had not played at all for just
upon a hundred years. A little later, when supper was over, the
chaplain married them in the castle chapel, and in due course,
attended by the courtiers in waiting, they retired to rest.
They slept but little, however. The princess, indeed, had
not much need of sleep, and as soon as morning came the prince
took his leave of her. He returned to the city, and told his
father, who was awaiting him with some anxiety, that he had lost
himself while hunting in the forest, but had obtained some black
bread and cheese from a charcoal burner, in whose hovel he had
passed the night. His royal father, being of an easygoing
nature, believed the tale, but his mother was not so easily
hoodwinked. She noticed that he now went hunting every day, and
that he always had an excuse handy when he had slept two or
three nights from home. She felt certain, therefore, that he had
some love affair.
Two whole years passed since the marriage of the prince and
princess, and during that time they had two children. The first,
a daughter, was called “Dawn,” while the second, a boy, was
named “Day,” because he seemed even more beautiful than his
sister.
Many a time the queen told her son that he ought to settle
down in life. She tried in this way to make him confide in her,
but he did not dare to trust her with his secret. Despite the
affection which he bore her, he was afraid of his mother, for
she came of a race of ogres, and the king had only married her
for her wealth.
It was whispered at the Court that she had ogrish instincts,
and that when little children were near her she had the greatest
difficulty in the world to keep herself from pouncing on them.
No wonder the prince was reluctant to say a word.
But at the end of two years the king died, and the prince
found himself on the throne. He then made public announcement of
his marriage, and went in state to fetch his royal consort from
her castle. With her two children beside her she made a
triumphal entry into the capital of her husband’s realm.
Some time afterwards the king declared war on his neighbor,
the Emperor Cantalabutte. He appointed the queen mother as
regent in his absence, and entrusted his wife and children to
her care.
He expected to be away at the war for the whole of the
summer, and as soon as he was gone the queen mother sent her
daughter-in-law and the two children to a country mansion in the
forest. This she did that she might be able the more easily to
gratify her horrible longings. A few days later she went there
and in the evening summoned the chief steward.
“For my dinner tomorrow,” she told him, “I will eat little
Dawn."
“Oh, Madam!” exclaimed the steward.
“That is my will,” said the queen; and she spoke in the
tones of an ogre who longs for raw meat.
“You will serve her with piquant sauce,” she added.
The poor man, seeing plainly that it was useless to trifle
with an ogress, took his big knife and went up to little Dawn’s
chamber. She was at that time four years old, and when she came
running with a smile to greet him, flinging her arms round his
neck and coaxing him to give her some sweets, he burst into
tears, and let the knife fall from his hand. Presently he went
down to the yard behind the house, and slaughtered a young lamb.
For this he made so delicious a sauce that his mistress declared
she had never eaten anything so good.
At the same time the steward carried little Dawn to his
wife, and bade the latter hide her in the quarters which they
had below the yard.
Eight days later the wicked queen summoned her steward
again.
“For my supper,” she announced, “I will eat little Day.” The
steward made no answer, being determined to trick her as he had
done previously. He went in search of little Day, whom he found
with a tiny foil in his hand, making brave passes—though he was
but three years old—at a big monkey. He carried him off to his
wife, who stowed him away in hiding with little Dawn. To the
ogress the steward served up, in place of Day, a young kid so
tender that she found it surpassingly delicious.
So far, so good. But there came an evening when this evil
queen again addressed the steward.
“I have a mind,” she said, “to eat the queen with the same
sauce as you served with her children.”
This time the poor steward despaired of being able to
practice another deception. The young queen was twenty years
old, without counting the hundred years she had been asleep. Her
skin, though white and beautiful, had become a little tough, and
what animal could he possibly find that would correspond to her?
He made up his mind that if he would save his own life he must
kill the queen, and went upstairs to her apartment determined to
do the deed once and for all. Goading himself into a rage he
drew his knife and entered the young queen’s chamber, but a
reluctance to give her no moment of grace made him repeat
respectfully the command which he had received from the queen
mother.
“Do it! do it!” she cried, baring her neck to him; “carry
out the order you have been given! Then once more I shall see my
children, my poor children that I loved so much!”
Nothing had been said to her when the children were stolen
away, and she believed them to be dead.
The poor steward was overcome by compassion. “No, no,
Madam,” he declared; “you shall not die, but you shall certainly
see your children again. That will be in my quarters, where I
have hidden them. I shall make the queen eat a young hind in
place of you, and thus trick her once more.”
Without more ado he led her to his quarters, and leaving her
there to embrace and weep over her children, proceeded to cook a
hind with such art that the queen mother ate it for her supper
with as much appetite as if it had indeed been the young queen.
The queen mother felt well satisfied with her, cruel deeds,
and planned to tell the king, on his return, that savage wolves
had devoured his consort and his children. It was her habit,
however, to prowl often about the courts and alleys of the
mansion, in the hope of scenting raw meat, and one evening she
heard the little boy Day crying in a basement cellar. The child
was weeping because his mother had threatened to whip him for
some naughtiness, and she heard at the same time the voice of
Dawn begging forgiveness for her brother.
The ogress recognized the voices of the queen and her
children, and was enraged to find she had been tricked. The next
morning, in tones so affrighting that all trembled, she ordered
a huge vat to be brought into the middle of the courtyard. This
she filled with vipers and toads, with snakes and serpents of
every kind, intending to cast into it the queen and her
children, and the steward with his wife and serving girl. By her
command these were brought forward, with their hands tied behind
their backs.
There they were, and her minions were making ready to cast
them into the vat, when into the courtyard rode the king! Nobody
had expected him so soon, but he had traveled post- haste.
Filled with amazement, he demanded to know what this horrible
spectacle meant. None dared tell him, and at that moment the
ogress, enraged at what confronted her, threw herself head
foremost into the vat, and was devoured on the instant by the
hideous creatures she had placed in it. The king could not but
be sorry, for after all she was his mother; but it was not long
before he found ample consolation in his beautiful wife and
children.
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