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
My despair rendered me motionless. The Queen at this dreadful sight was
almost out of her mind. To put the last seal upon her barbarity, the
furious Fairy said to me, in an ironical tone, "Go make illustrious
conquests, more worthy of thee than an august Fairy. And as sense
is not required when one is so handsome, I command thee to appear
as stupid as thou art horrible, and to remain in this state until
a young and beautiful girl shall, of her own accord, come to seek
thee, although fully persuaded thou wilt devour her. She must also,"
continued the Fairy, "after discovering that her life is not in danger,
conceive for thee a sufficiently tender affection to induce her to
marry thee. Until thou canst meet with this rare maiden it is my
pleasure that thou remain an object of horror to thyself and to all who
behold thee. As for you, too happy mother of so lovely a child," said
she to the Queen, "I warn you that if you acknowledge to any one that
this monster is your son, he shall never recover his natural shape.
Neither interest, nor ambition, nor the charms of his conversation,
must assist to restore him to it. Adieu! Do not be impatient; you will
not have long to wait. Such a darling will soon find a remedy for his
misfortune." "Ah, cruel one!" exclaimed the Queen, "if my refusal has
offended you, let your vengeance light on me. Take my life, but do not,
I conjure you, destroy your own work." "You forget yourself, great
Princess," replied the Fairy, in an ironical tone, "you demean yourself
too much. I am not handsome enough for you to condescend to entreat
me; but I am firm in my resolutions. Adieu, powerful Queen; adieu,
beautiful Prince; it is not fair that I should longer annoy you with
my hateful presence. I withdraw; but I have still charity enough to
warn thee," addressing herself to me, "that thou must forget who thou
art. If thou sufferest thyself to be flattered by vain respects or by
pompous titles, thou art lost irretrievably! And thou art equally lost
if thou shouldst dare to avail thyself of the intellect I leave thee
possessed of, to shine in conversation."
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