The nights of Straparola, volume 1 [of 2]Straparola, Giovanni Francesco
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The nights of Straparola, volume 1 [of 2]
Straparola, Giovanni Francesco
Fairy tales -- Italy; Tales -- Italy
draw back from striving to fulfil your wishes, even though in the task I
should meet with my death. But, before I commit myself to this perilous
adventure, I beg you, my lord, that you will cause to be taken into the
wood where the satyrs abide a large vessel with a wide mouth of the same
size as those which the servants use in dressing smooth the shifts and
other kinds of body linen. And besides this I would have taken thither a
large cask of good white wine, the best that can be had and the
strongest, together with two bags full of the finest white bread.’ The
king forthwith bade them get in readiness everything which Costanzo had
described, and Costanzo then journeyed towards the wood in question.
Having arrived there he took a copper bucket and began to fill it with
white wine drawn from the cask, and this he poured into the other vessel
which stood near by. Next he took some of the bread, and, having broken
it in pieces, he put these into the vessel full of wine. This being done
he climbed up into a thick-leaved tree which stood hard by, and waited
to see what might happen next.
Costanzo had not been long up in the tree before the satyrs, who had
smelt the odour of the fragrant wine, began to draw near to the vessel,
and having come close to it, each one swilled therefrom a good bellyful
of wine, greedy as the hungry wolves when they fall upon a fold of young
lambs. And after they had filled their stomachs and had taken enough,
they lay down to sleep, and so sound and deep was their slumber that all
the noise in the world would not have roused them. Then Costanzo, seeing
that the time for action had come, descended from the tree and went
softly up to one of the satyrs, whose hands and feet he bound fast with
a cord he had brought with him. Next, without making any noise, he laid
him upon his horse and carried him off. And while Costanzo was on his
way back, with the satyr tightly bound behind him, they came at the
vesper hour to a village not far from the city, and the creature, who by
this time had recovered from the effects of the wine, woke up and began
to yawn as if he were rising from his bed. Looking around him he
perceived the father of a family, who with a crowd around him was going
to bury a dead child, weeping bitterly the while, and the priest, who
conduced the service, was singing. When he looked upon this spectacle
the satyr began to laugh mightily. Afterwards, when they had entered the
city and were come to the piazza, the satyr beheld a great crowd of
people who were staring open-mouthed at a poor lad who had just mounted
the gallows to be hanged by the executioner, and the satyr laughed
thereat even louder than he had laughed before. And afterwards, when
they were come to the palace, a great joy seized upon the people
standing by, and they all cried out ‘Costanzo! Costanzo!’ And the satyr,
when he heard this shouting, laughed louder than ever.
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