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
distaffs that ever were seen. The queen commanded him to be brought into
the palace, and he came up the stairs into her presence, but she did not
recognize him in his merchant’s guise; moreover, she was not thinking
ever to behold her father again; but Tebaldo recognized his daughter at
once.
The queen, when she saw how fair was the work of the spindles and
distaffs, asked of the merchant what price he put upon them. ‘The price
is great,’ he answered, ‘but to you I will give one of them for nothing,
provided you suffer me to gratify a caprice of mine. This is that I may
be permitted to sleep one night in the same room as your children.’ The
good Doralice, in her pure and simple nature, never suspected the
accursed design of the feigned merchant, and, yielding to the persuasion
of her attendants, granted his request.
But before the merchant was led to the sleeping chamber, certain ladies
of the court deemed it wise to offer him a cup of wine well drugged to
make him sleep sound, and when night had come and the merchant seemed
overcome with fatigue, one of the ladies conducted him into the chamber
of the king’s children, where there was prepared for him a sumptuous
couch. Before she left him the lady said, ‘Good man, are you not
thirsty?’ ‘Indeed I am,’ he replied; whereupon she handed him the
drugged wine in a silver cup; but the crafty Tebaldo, while feigning to
drink the wine, spilled it over his garments, and then lay down to rest.
Now there was in the children’s room a side door through which it was
possible to pass into the queen’s apartment. At midnight, when all was
still, Tebaldo stole through this, and, going up to the bed beside which
the queen had left her clothes, he took away a small dagger, which he
had marked the day before hanging from her girdle. Then he returned to
the children’s room and killed them both with the dagger, which he
immediately put back into its scabbard, all bloody as it was, and having
opened a window he let himself down by a cord. As soon as the shopmen of
the city were astir, he went to a barber’s and had his long beard taken
off, for fear he might be recognized, and having put on different
clothes he walked about the city without apprehension.
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