‘I knew that they were really a King and Queen, whom the Fairies were
punishing for their ignorance and idleness. You may imagine that I was
by this time half dead with fatigue, but Mirlifiche insisted upon my
feeding her unicorn before I did anything else. To accomplish this I had
to climb up a long ladder into the hayloft, and bring down, one after
another, twenty-four handfuls of hay. Never, never before, did I have
such a wearisome task! It makes me shudder to think of it now, and that
was not all. In the same way I had to carry the twenty-four handfuls of
hay to the stable, and then it was supper time, and I had to wait upon
all the others. After that I really thought I should be allowed to go
peaceably to my little bed, but, oh dear no! First of all I had to make
it, for it was all in confusion, and then I had to make one for
the Fairy, and tuck her in, and draw the curtains round her, beside
rendering her a dozen little services which I was not at all accustomed
to. Finally, when I was perfectly exhausted by all this toil, I was free
to go to bed myself, but as I had never before undressed myself, and
really did not know how to begin, I lay down as I was. Unfortunately,
the Fairy found this out, and just as I was falling into a sweet
slumber, she made me get up once more, but even then I managed to escape
her vigilance, and only took off my upper robe. Indeed, I may tell you
in confidence, that I always find disobedience answer very well. One is
often scolded, it is true, but then one has been saved some trouble.
‘At the earliest dawn of day Mirlifiche woke me, and made me take many
journeys to the stable to bring her word how her unicorn had slept, and
how much hay he had eaten, and then to find out what time it was, and
if it was a fine day. I was so slow, and did my errands so badly, that
before she left she called the King and Queen and said to them:
‘“I am much more pleased with you this year. Continue to make the best
of your farm, if you wish to get back to your kingdom, and also take
care of this little Princess for me, and teach her to be useful, that
when I come I may find her cured of her faults. If she is not--”
‘Here she broke off with a significant look, and mounting my enemy the
unicorn, speedily disappeared.
‘Then the King and Queen, turning to me, asked me what I could do.
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