Four and Twenty Fairy Tales: Selected from Those of Perrault, and Other Popular Writers
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Four and Twenty Fairy Tales: Selected from Those of Perrault, and Other Popular Writers
Fairy tales
Weary of wandering over this vast dwelling, he stopped in a saloon,
wherein was a large fire. Presuming that it was prepared for some one,
who would not be long in appearing, he drew near the fireplace to warm
himself; but no one came. Seated on a sofa near the fire, a sweet sleep
closed his eyelids, and left him no longer in a condition to observe
the entrance of any one. Fatigue induced him to sleep; hunger awoke
him; he had been suffering from it for the last twenty-four hours.
The exercise that he had taken ever since he had been in this palace
increased his appetite. When he awoke and opened his eyes, he was
astonished to see a table elegantly laid. A light repast would not have
satisfied him; but the viands, magnificently dressed, invited him to
eat of everything.
His first care was to utter in a loud voice his thanks to those from
whom he had received so much kindness, and he then resolved to wait
quietly till it pleased his host to make himself known to him. As
fatigue caused him to sleep before his repast, so did the food produce
the same effect, and his repose was longer and more powerful; in fact,
this second time he slept for at least four hours. Upon awaking, in
the place of the first table he saw another of porphyry, upon which
some kind hand had set out a collation consisting of cakes, preserved
fruits, and liqueurs. This was likewise for his use. Profiting,
therefore, by the kindness shown him, he partook of everything that
suited his appetite, his taste, and his fancy.
Finding at length no one to speak to, or to inform him whether
this palace was inhabited by a man or by a God, fear began to take
possession of him, for he was naturally timid. He resolved, therefore,
to repass through all the apartments, and overwhelm with thanks the
Genius to whom he was indebted for so much kindness, and in the most
respectful manner solicit him to appear. All his attentions were
useless: no appearance of servants, no result by which he could
ascertain that the palace was inhabited. Thinking seriously of what he
should do, he began to fancy, for what reason he could not imagine,
that some good spirit had made this mansion a present to him, with
all the riches that it contained. This idea seemed like inspiration,
and without further delay, making a new inspection of it, he took
possession of all the treasures he could find. More than this, he
settled in his own mind what share of it he should allow to each of his
children, and selected the apartments which would particularly suit
them, enjoying the delight beforehand which his journey would afford
them. He entered the garden, where, in spite of the severity of the
winter, the rarest flowers were exhaling the most delicious perfume in
the mildest and purest air. Birds of all kinds blending their songs
with the confused noise of the waters, made an agreeable harmony.
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