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S. Evans + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Sleeping Beauty + +Author: C. S. Evans + +Illustrator: Arthur Rackham + +Release Date: May 12, 2008 [EBook #25451] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SLEEPING BEAUTY *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Lindy Walsh, Emmy and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span><br /><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> +<h1>THE SLEEPING BEAUTY</h1> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;"> +<img src="images/icover.jpg" width="358" height="500" alt="Cover" title="Cover" /> +</div> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Endpapers"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/iend_paper_a.jpg" width="300" height="419" alt="Endpaper Left" title="Endpaper Left" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/iend_paper_b.jpg" width="295" height="419" alt="Endpaper Right" title="Endpaper Right" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents and Spine"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/ispine.jpg" width="41" height="500" alt="Spine" title="Spine" /> +</td><td align='left'><h2>Contents</h2> +<a href="#CHAPTER_I"><b>CHAPTER I</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_II"><b>CHAPTER II</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_III"><b>CHAPTER III</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IV"><b>CHAPTER IV</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_V"><b>CHAPTER V</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VI"><b>CHAPTER VI</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VII"><b>CHAPTER VII</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VIII"><b>CHAPTER VIII</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IX"><b>CHAPTER IX</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_X"><b>CHAPTER X</b></a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XI"><b>CHAPTER XI</b></a><br /></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='center'> +——————————————— +<br /><i>BOOKS ILLUSTRATED BY</i><br /> + +<big>ARTHUR RACKHAM</big><br /> +——————————————— +</div> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Books Illustrated by Rackham"> +<tr><td align='left'>CINDERELLA. 7s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE ALLIES' FAIRY BOOK. 7s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ALICE IN WONDERLAND. 7s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ÆSOP'S FABLES. 7s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>MOTHER GOOSE. 7s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 7s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE SPRINGTIDE OF LIFE <span class="smcap">Poems of Childhood</span>,<br /> by A. C. Swinburne. 10s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>RIP VAN WINKLE. 10s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>UNDINE. 12s. 6d. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>ARTHUR RACKHAM'S BOOK OF PICTURES. 21s. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE RING OF THE NIBLUNGS. In Two Vols. Each 21s. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>INGOLDSBY LEGENDS. 21s. net.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. 21s. net.</td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span><br /><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 182px;"> +<img src="images/emblem.png" width="182" height="200" alt="Emblem" title="Emblem" /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Frontispiece and Title Page"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i005.jpg" width="311" height="400" alt="Frontispiece: Cinderella about to touch the spindle" title="Frontispiece: Cinderella about to touch the spindle" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i006.jpg" width="312" height="400" alt="Title Page" title="Title Page" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> +<div class='center'><br /><br /><br /><br /><small>LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN, 1920.</small></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 391px;"> +<img src="images/i008.png" width="391" height="209" alt="Children running" title="Children running" /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;"> +<img src="images/i009.jpg" width="373" height="500" alt="BRIAR ROSE" title="BRIAR ROSE" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i010.png" width="600" height="383" alt="ONCE UPON A TIME" title="ONCE UPON A TIME" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>THE</h3> +<h2>SLEEPING BEAUTY</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>ONCE upon a time there were a King and a Queen +who were very unhappy because they had no +children. Everything else that the heart could +wish for was theirs. They were rich; they lived in a +wonderful palace full of the costliest treasures; their +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>kingdom was at peace, and their people were prosperous. +Yet none of these things contented them, because they +wanted a little child of their own to love and to care for, +and though they had been married several years, no child +had come to them.</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 294px;"> +<img src="images/i010a.png" width="294" height="197" alt="The King and Queen" title="The King and Queen" /> +</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 237px;"> +<img src="images/i010b.png" width="237" height="150" alt="Bowing to the king and queen" title="Bowing to the king and queen" /> +</div><p>Every day the King would look at the Queen and say: +"Ah, if we only had a little child," and the Queen would +look at the King and sigh, and they were both very miserable +about it. Then they would put on their golden crowns<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +and sit side by side on their thrones, while lords and ladies +and ambassadors from other lands came to pay them homage, +and they had to smile with their lips for the sake of politeness, +but there was no joy in their hearts. And that is one +of the greatest disadvantages of being a King or a Queen, +that one has always to hide one's feelings.</p> + + + + + +<p>Now it happened one day that the Queen went to her +bath, and having dismissed her ladies, she descended the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +marble steps into the water and began idly to play with +some wild rose-petals which had fallen into the water. +All of a sudden she heard a croaking voice that said: +"O Queen, be cheerful, for the dearest wish of your heart +will be granted you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span><br /><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The Queen's Bath"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i011.png" width="300" height="339" alt="The queen taking a bath" title="The queen taking a bath" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i012.png" width="295" height="339" alt="Ladies-in-Waiting leaving" title="Ladies-in-Waiting leaving" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p>"Who is that?" cried the Queen, a little frightened, +for she could see nobody.</p> + +<p>"Look behind you," croaked the voice, "and do not be +afraid, for I come only to bear you good tidings."</p> + +<p>So the Queen looked behind her, and there was a great +frog who looked at her with its big round eyes.</p> +<div class="figleft" style="width: 380px;"> +<img src="images/i014.png" width="380" height="400" alt="Frog and the queen" title="Frog and the queen" /> +</div> +<p>Now the Queen was afraid of frogs, because they are +cold and clammy, but she was very polite by nature as well +as breeding, so she did not show her dislike, though she +could not help shrinking back a little.</p> + +<p>"And do you tell me, Master Frog," said she, "that I +shall have the wish of my heart, and do you know what +that wish may be?"</p> + +<p>"It is to have a little small child of your own," said the +Frog; and the Queen nodded.</p> + +<p>"Very well," the Frog went on, "do you see the +green leaves of that almond tree on the branch by the +window?"</p> + +<p>"I do," replied the Queen wonderingly.</p> + +<p>"Those green leaves will fade," said the Frog, "and +the winter winds will blow them away. Then the branch +will be bare, but in spring-time, before the leaves come +again, it will be covered with pink blossom, and that +blossom you shall show to a baby lying at your breast."</p> + + + +<p>The Queen gave a cry of joy. A ray of sunlight came +through the trees, dazzling her eyes so that she had to close<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +them for a moment. When she opened them again the +frog had gone, and nothing was to be seen but the dainty +rose-petals floating on the surface of the water.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/i015.png" width="200" height="191" alt="The frog" title="The frog" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/i016.png" width="250" height="238" alt="Angry cat" title="Angry cat" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>THOSE were wonderful tidings to be spoken by a frog +who came no one knew whence and went no one +knew whither. But the Queen believed that the +prophecy would prove true, and she was right, for when +the Spring time came again and the almond blossom was +pink upon the bough, she gave birth to a little daughter +who was so beautiful that nobody had ever seen her like.</div> + +<p>Now what joy there was in the hearts of everybody in +the palace! The King was so excited that he went into +council in his dressing-gown instead of his royal robe, and +he did not care a bit when his courtiers smiled. There +was coming and going in all the halls and corridors. +Couriers on swift horses were sent out to bear the glad +news to the most distant parts of the kingdom. All the +bells in the churches were rung; flags were put out in +the houses and streamers were hung across the roadways. +Then the cannons were fired, bang, bang, bang, to tell the +people that everybody was to have a holiday, so that all, +from the highest to the lowest, might rejoice in their +Queen's happiness.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="A celebration"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i017.png" width="300" height="354" alt="Holiday left" title="Holiday left" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i018.png" width="304" height="354" alt="Holiday right" title="Holiday right" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span><br /><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Never was there such a beautiful child," said the +King, looking down at his little daughter as she lay in her +mother's arms. He wanted very much to nurse her, but +this could not be allowed, because men are so clumsy with +babies.</p> + +<p>"What shall her name be?" said the King. And he +suggested all the grandest names he could call to mind, for +he thought that such a wonderful child must certainly have +a name to suit. But the Queen would have none of them.</p> + +<p>"She shall be called Briar-Rose," said the Queen; and +so it was arranged.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i019.png" width="600" height="353" alt="Crowd" title="Crowd" /> +</div> + +<p>A few weeks later the christening took place. That +was a splendid ceremony to be sure, for all the lords and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +ladies of the kingdom were +present in their richest dresses, +together with princes and +ambassadors from distant +countries. The little Princess +was as good as gold all the +time. She did not cry once, +but opened her big blue eyes +and smiled at the glittering +company as though she understood +everything that was +going on.</p> + +<div class='center'> <table class="tree" summary="Tree"> +<tr><td align='left'> +<div class='blockquot2'> +<p>Outside the cathedral the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +roads were crowded with people waiting to see the guests +come and go. The carriages extended for nearly a mile, +and as they drove away, headed by the royal coach, in +which the Queen sat with the Princess Briar-Rose in her +arms, the spectators took off their hats and shouted and +cheered. Some of the little boys perched themselves on +the branches of trees and the lamp-posts in order to get +a better view, and I have been told that there was one +poor woman who saw nothing at all, because her boy +tried to climb up to an inn sign, where he dangled in +such a dangerous position that his poor old mother had +to stand with her back to the procession, holding on +to his legs in a terrible state of anxiety lest he should +fall.</p> + +<p>At the palace, a magnificent feast had been prepared.</p> + +<p>Now it was the custom in those days, when a King's +child was christened, for all the fairies in the country to be +invited to the christening feast. Each fairy was bound to +bring a gift, so of course it stood to reason that the royal +child would have everything that the heart could possibly +desire.</p></div> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td> +</tr></table></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 324px;"> +<img src="images/i022.png" width="324" height="400" alt="Shut up in a ruined tower" title="Shut up in a ruined tower" /> +</div> + +<p>There were thirteen fairies in the King's realm, but one +of them lived in a lonely place on the outskirts of the kingdom. +There, for the last fifty years, she had shut herself +up in a ruined tower with only a black cat to keep her +company, and as she kept herself to herself, everybody had +forgotten her very existence. The result was that she was +not invited to the christening feast, and though she had +nobody but herself to blame for this, she was very angry +about it. The truth of the matter is that she was always a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +miserable, sour creature, with no love or kindness in her +heart, and nobody missed her because she had never given +anybody any reason to care for her.</p> + +<p>Well, the guests assembled in the banqueting hall of the +palace and the feast began.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 197px;"> +<img src="images/i023.png" width="197" height="300" alt="Serving the feast" title="Shut up in a ruined tower" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>THE King and the Queen sat on a dais at the end of the +banqueting hall, and above them in a little gallery +there was a band of fiddlers and flute-players. On +either side of the royal pair sat the twelve fairy godmothers, +six on the right hand and six on the left. In front +of each fairy was a golden plate and a golden casket made +to hold her knife, fork and spoon. These caskets were +beautifully carved and engraved, and each one was of a +different shape. One was in the form of a ship, another of +a shell, a third in the form of a castle with turrets, and so +on; nothing more beautiful could be imagined, for they +had all been specially made for the occasion by the +cleverest goldsmiths in the kingdom, and they were the +King's presents to the fairy godmothers. He felt very +proud when the fairies spoke admiringly of these caskets +and said that they would be pleased to accept them.</div> + +<p>Below the dais were six long tables for the guests, and +there was only just room between the tables for the servants +to pass, so you may judge how crowded the room was. +Such a glittering of silks, such a flashing of jewels, such a +dazzle and splendour had never been seen since the time +of the King's coronation, and all the guests were laughing +and talking merrily. The court painter was there, of +course, to make a picture of the gorgeous scene, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +was kept so busy sketching on his tablets that he had +no time to get any food, though probably he had a good +meal afterwards.</p> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i025.png" width="600" height="269" alt="Hunting the roe" title="Hunting the roe" /> +</div> +<p>And the nice things there were to eat! There were:</p> + +<div class='blockquot'> +Force-meat balls flavoured with rare spices from the East;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>Sardines from Sardinia;<br /> +Tunny fish from the Mediterranean and Sturgeon from Russia;<br /> +Steaming boars' heads with lemons in their mouths;<br /> +Turkeys, peacocks and swans;<br /> +Ortolans;<br /> +Wonderful roasts and delicious stews;<br /> +Roe deer and Bears' hams;<br /> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i026.png" width="600" height="330" alt="Hunting the bear" title="Hunting the bear" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><div class="hang1">Sweets in all sorts of curious shapes, as, for instance, +cakes like castles with little men made of sweet-stuff +for sentries on the battlements, each complete +in gilded armour and with a halberd over his +shoulder. (A rare sight!) And eagles carved of +ice hovering over silver dishes filled with apricots.</div></div> + +<p>Then followed the smaller dishes:</p> + +<div class="blockquot">Tiny cakes as white and delicate as ladies' fingers;<br /> + +<div class="hang1">Birds' nests made of spun sugar (and in the nests +were eggs of marsh-mallow, and in each egg was a +tiny chicken made of caramel!);</div> +Figs and dates from the desert;<br /> + +Other fruits, in and out of season;<br /> + +Syrups and preserves fetched from the four corners of +the world;<br /> + +Wines cooled in snow from the distant mountains.</div> + +<p>One might fill pages merely by setting down the names of +all the delicacies.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/i027.png" width="150" height="169" alt="Page boy" title="Page boy" /> +</div> + +<p>Each dish was brought in by the servants in a kind of +procession, headed by the Master-Cook, looking as grand +and solemn as an archbishop, for he was a grave and +dignified person, and of course he had a great responsibility. +The guests were served by little page-boys of noble birth,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +dressed in the liveries of their masters, and these pages +handed the dishes and the wines most politely on their +bended knees as they had been taught to do.</p> + +<p>So the guests enjoyed themselves, and the fiddlers played, +and the King laughed at everything everybody said, because +he was in a mighty good humour, and the bright afternoon +sun, shining through the western windows, lighted up the +rich hangings on the walls, and flashed upon the jewels on +fair ladies' fingers, and fell upon the marble pavement in a +pool of gold.</p> + +<p>And then, you know, when the merriment was at its +height, something happened! There was a sudden cry, +and a harsh voice, like the croaking of a raven, sounded +through the room.</p> + +<p>"Be merry, my lords and ladies," cried the voice. +"Laugh while you may, but remember that tears may +follow laughter."</p> + +<p>A hush fell upon all the brilliant assembly. The Queen +turned pale and shuddered. The King rose hurriedly +from his place, and he and all the guests turned to look +at the strange figure that had suddenly appeared in the +doorway.</p> + +<p>They saw an old woman bent almost double with age, +her grey head with matted hair sunk deep between her +shoulders. Her face was white and twisted with anger, +and her green eyes flashed spitefully.</p> + +<p>Slowly she advanced towards the dais, and stretching +out her arm, pointed her finger at the gold plates and +the gold caskets set before the fairy godmothers. "There's +one," said she, with a harsh laugh, "there's two, there's +twelve! Did you not know, O King, that there were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +thirteen wise women in your kingdom, and the thirteenth +the wisest and most powerful of all? Where, then, is the +plate and the casket set for me?"</p> + +<p>The King began to make excuses, imploring the +angry old fairy to forgive him for his neglect, and begging +her to sit down and join them in their festivities. "For," +said he, "I am sure you are very welcome."</p> + +<p>"Is it so, indeed?" said the thirteenth fairy. "I am +not too late, then, though the feast is all but done. I +shall eat off silver while my sisters eat off gold, and there +is no curiously-shaped casket for me. No matter, I am +content, because I am in time, and I shall dower the +Princess with the gift which I have brought for her!" +And here the spiteful creature uttered another of her +sneering laughs, which made the blood of all the guests +run cold.</p> + +<p>By dint of much coaxing the King at last managed to +persuade her to sit down, and the feast proceeded. But a chill +had been cast over the assembly, and nothing was quite the +same as it had been before. The old crone muttered and +mouthed over her food, now and again smiling to herself +as though she were cherishing some secret and evil triumph. +The other fairies cast anxious glances at her, for they feared +her malice, and the youngest fairy of all, who happened +to be seated at the end of the table, presently rose up +quietly from her place and, stealing away, hid herself +behind the arras. And nobody saw her go, nor did a +single person remark upon her absence.</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 242px;"> +<img src="images/i030.png" width="242" height="300" alt="Cruel Fairy" title="Cruel Fairy" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>AND now came the time for the most important part +of the ceremony, when the fairy godmothers should +declare their gifts to the royal child. All this time +the little Princess Briar-Rose had been quietly sleeping in +her cradle in the nursery, watched over by an old servant +who had tended her mother as a child. Now the King +gave orders for the baby to be brought into the banqueting +hall. The guests ceased their laughter and talk, and the +musicians laid by their instruments.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></div> + +<p>So the sleeping child was brought and placed in her +mother's arms. How tenderly she clasped the baby to her +breast, bending over it as though to shield it from all harm. +So sweet a sight should have touched the hardest heart, +and indeed there was only one person in the room who +remained unmoved, and that was the spiteful and jealous +fairy, who looked up and bared her yellow teeth in a +sneering grin.</p> + +<p>"Queen," said she, "your face is pale and your lips +tremble. What is it that you fear on this day of the +giving of gifts?"</p> + +<p>But the Queen shuddered and was silent.</p> + +<p>Then a fairy rose in her place and said—</p> + +<p>"I will begin. My gift to the Princess Briar-Rose +is the gift of Beauty. She shall have eyes like stars, and +hair as bright as the sunshine of the spring day on which +she was born, and cheeks as fresh and fair as the petals +of the flower from which she takes her name. None +shall surpass her in loveliness."</p> + +<p>Then the second fairy rose in her turn and said: +"After Beauty, Wit. The Princess shall be cleverer than +any ordinary mortal could ever hope to be."</p> + +<p>"I give her Virtue," said the third. And the Queen +nodded her head and smiled, for though she esteemed +beauty and cleverness, she knew that neither was of any +worth without goodness of heart.</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The Spiteful Fairy's Curse"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i033.jpg" width="300" height="385" alt="The King and Queen and court" title="The King and Queen and court" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i034.jpg" width="303" height="385" alt="Spiteful old fairy" title="Spiteful old fairy" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p>So all the fairies in turn named the gift which they had +brought for Briar-Rose. The fourth said that whatever +the Princess put her hand to, she should do with the most +exquisite grace; the fifth, that she should sing like a +nightingale; the sixth that she should dance as lightly as a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +fairy, and so on until she had nearly all the virtues and +accomplishments which even a King might desire for his +daughter. But as yet, the spiteful old fairy had not said +a word.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span><br /><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span><br /><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + +<p>At last she rose and cast an evil glance round.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>"Have you all finished?" said she. "Hear, then, my +wish. On the day when she reaches her fifteenth birthday, +the Princess shall prick her finger with the spindle of a +spinning-wheel, and shall immediately die!"</p> + +<p>This terrible prophecy made the whole company shudder. +The Queen gave a cry and hugged the sleeping baby still +closer to her breast.</p> + +<p>"No, no! Have pity!" she cried. "Call down your +dreadful fate on my head if you will, but do not harm this +innocent child."</p> + +<p>At this mournful appeal there was hardly one of the +guests who could keep from tears, but the old crone only +mumbled to herself as though she were uttering a spell. +Then the King leapt to his feet, his hand at the jewelled +hilt of the dagger that hung at his girdle. In another +moment he might have stretched the wicked creature +lifeless at his feet, but before he could draw the weapon +from its sheath, another voice arrested him.</p> + +<p>"Stay your hand, O King, lest even worse befall. No +mortal may strike at a fairy and go unpunished. And, +for the rest, take comfort, for your daughter shall not +die!"</p> + +<p>Then the twelfth fairy stepped out from behind the +arras where she had been hidden. "My gift is still to +come," she continued. "As far as I can, I will undo the +mischief which my sister has done. It is true that I have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +not the power to prevent altogether what she has decreed. +The Princess shall, indeed, prick her finger with the +spindle of the spinning-wheel on the day when she attains +her fifteenth year; but instead of dying she shall fall into a +deep sleep; and this sleep shall last for a hundred years, and +when that time is past, a King's son shall come to waken +her."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 310px;"> +<img src="images/i037.png" width="310" height="200" alt="Spiteful Fairy leaves" title="Spiteful Fairy leaves" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>SO the worst was averted, but the fate of the poor little +Princess was still terrible enough, and it was only +to be expected that the King should do his best to +prevent the prophecy from coming to fulfilment.</div> + +<p>The first thing he did was to summon all the magicians +of his own and neighbouring countries, promising a rich +reward to the one who could show him a way to defeat the +old fairy's malice. The magicians came in scores, some +with long beards reaching to their feet, some without any +beards at all, some with bald heads, and some with matted +hair that looked as though it had not been combed for +centuries. For days there were so many magicians about +the palace that they were commoner than cats, and it was +impossible to enter any room without surprising one or the +other of them, sitting in deep reflection and looking as wise +as only a magician can look. But nothing came of their +thinking, and one after the other they gave up the task and +departed, having first asked for their travelling expenses.</p> +<div class="figright" style="width: 180px;"> +<img src="images/i039.png" width="180" height="300" alt="Merlin" title="Merlin" /> +</div> + +<p>At last there came a wizard who was wiser and more +venerable than all the rest, and when he heard what was +required of him he said he would go home and consult his +secret books which contained the magic lore of all the ages, +and which had been written by the greatest of all the +magicians, Merlin himself.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> + +<p>Home, then, he went, to his cell, which was in a rocky +cliff on the side of a mountain, and having uttered the word +of power which unlocked the massive door, he entered and +prepared to begin his researches.</p> + + +<p>Now the books of magic lore which Merlin had written +were in many volumes, and everything in them was set +down in alphabetical order, so that it could be found easily. +The old wizard, therefore, turned first of all to the word +<i>Princess</i>. Five hundred pages were devoted to this subject,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +and, truly, there was a great deal of very interesting +information. As thus:—</p> + +<div class='hang1'><span class="smcap">Princess:</span> How to transform Goosegirl into.</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Spell for causing Princess to be surrounded with +high walls of bronze, which may by no means be +broken down except by the notes of a certain +trumpet (<i>q.v.</i>).</p></div> + +<p>(Now <i>q.v.</i> are the first letters of two magic words +which are to be found in all dictionaries and encyclopædias +to this day).</p> + +<div class='hang1'><span class="smcap">Princess:</span> Enchanted ring for.</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>A new and improved method by which she may +be changed into a fawn together with any members +of her family according to desire, and all of them +transformed back again into their proper shape.</p></div> + +<div class='hang1'><span class="smcap">Princess:</span> An excellent device for causing a Princess to +grow tall or short by eating of a mushroom, with +directions how to find the place where the mushroom +grows, and precautions to be taken lest by over-much +nibbling she disappear altogether.</div> + +<p>And so on. But there was never a word about how to +prevent a Princess from falling into a charmed sleep through +pricking her finger with the spindle of a spinning-wheel.</p> + +<p>So when he had read all through the five hundred pages, +the venerable wizard turned to the word <i>Sleep</i>, in the hope +that he would meet with better fortune.</p> +<div class="figleft" style="width: 325px;"> +<img src="images/i042.png" width="325" height="400" alt="In mysterious places" title="In mysterious places" /> +</div> + +<p>And there was much reliable information under this +heading also. There were recipes for potent drugs which +would cause sleep, and for still more potent drugs which +would prevent people from going to sleep, and when the +wizard came to this last he cried out eagerly, for he thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +that he had succeeded in his quest, until he read on and +discovered that the spell described was only for use on +wicked Queens who had shamefully ill-used their step-children. +It is very easy to make a mistake in magic, for +it is a most complicated science.</p> + +<p>By the time he had read through the two hundred pages +devoted to the word <i>Sleep</i>, the venerable wizard was very +uneasy, but he was a persevering person and he did not +abandon his endeavours. Merlin's wise books having failed +him, he cast about for other means to learn what he desired, +and consulted his oracle.</p> + +<p>Now his oracle was a stuffed crocodile hanging from +the ceiling, and a voice came from it which told him to repeat +the magic formula.</p> + +<p>The magic formula is a sentence made up of all the +sounds that are left out of ordinary speech, and it is a fearsome +thing to listen to. It is also very exhausting to say, +and after the venerable wizard had repeated it, he was +obliged to rest for several hours. Then he rose again and +drew pentagons on the rocky floor of his cave, and crossed +triangles and circles bordered with all the signs of the +Zodiac. And he stood in the middle of the pentagons +and the crossed triangles and the circles and went +through all sorts of strange and secret rites, but all to no +purpose.</p> + + +<p>But still he would not give up trying; and he went to +mysterious places in the woods and gathered strange herbs +in the dark of the moon. And, returning home, he cast +the herbs into a brazier and they burnt with flames of +many colours, giving out clouds of dense smoke and a most +horrible smell. Then, as these exercises did not bring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +him the result he desired, he gazed into crystals and poured +ink into the palm of his hand, and did all the other things +that he had learnt to do in all the years since he was +apprenticed to magic as a very small boy.</p> + +<p>And just as he was going to give up the quest in +despair, a thought came into his head, and he cried aloud +for joy, for he knew he had discovered what he sought. +This shows how even the most difficult things may be +attained by perseverance and patience.</p> + +<p>At the top of his speed he hastened back to the palace +and asked an audience of the King. This was immediately +granted, for, to tell the truth, the King was awaiting +his return with considerable anxiety.</p> + +<p>"Well," said he, "have you succeeded in finding a +way?"</p> + +<p>"I have," answered the venerable wizard. "My arts +have not failed me!" And he handed the King a piece +of parchment on which were written the following words. +They were written in Latin to make them look more +important, but very likely it was not good Latin, for the +venerable wizard had been apprenticed to his trade at an +early age, and in consequence his classical education had +been somewhat neglected. But this was the meaning of +them:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Shall spindle prick?—then spindle burn,<br /> +No thread weave and no wheel turn;<br /> +If there's no spindle and there's no wheel,<br /> +Then no finger the spindle can feel.<br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> + +<p>The King slapped his thigh for joy. "Why, of course!" +said he. "How is it that I did not myself think of such +a simple solution? It seems to me, Wizard, that you have +easily earned your thousand crowns!"</p> + +<p>"Ah, Majesty," the wizard made answer, "all things +are simple when once you know them."</p> + +<p>And in this he was quite right.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 217px;"> +<img src="images/i044.png" width="217" height="300" alt="Merlin "solves" the problem" title="Merlin "solves" the problem" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 295px;"> +<img src="images/i045.png" width="295" height="300" alt="Trumpet announcement" title="Trumpet announcement" /> +</div> + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>THE King lost no time in putting the wizard's counsel +into effect. The very next day he caused a proclamation +to be written, and ordered copies of it +to be fixed on all the church doors, and in all the public +places of every town in his kingdom. This is the way +the proclamation read:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></div> + + +<div class='center'> <table class="proclaim" summary="proclamation"> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<div class='blockquot3'><div class='hang1'> +WHEREAS a certain malicious fairy, forgetful of the +duties she owes to the most high and puissant King +and Queen, rightful sovereigns of these realms, and +to the Princess Briar-Rose, their dearly loved daughter, +has, of malice aforethought, and with intent to work +grievous bodily harm to the person of the said Princess, +in the presence of the said most puissant Sovereigns +and of divers of their loyal subjects made and uttered +a prophecy, to wit: that the said Princess shall in her +fifteenth year prick her finger with the spindle of a +spinning-wheel, and that a certain dire misfortune +shall fall upon her because of that injury, to the sorrow +of her loving parents: NOW BE IT DECREED<br /> +That all spinning-wheels or instruments of spinning +whatsoever, in the possession of any subjects of the +King's most excellent Majesty, whether they be +worked by hand or by treadle or by any other device, +together with all spindles, shuttles, bobbins, and all +other accessories or appurtenances thereunto belonging, +shall forthwith be rendered up to the officers of the +King's most excellent Majesty appointed to receive +them. AND BE IT FURTHER DECREED<br /> +That if any person or persons fail to observe or obey +this edict or ordinance by unlawfully retaining any +instrument of spinning or accessory thereunto, such +persons shall be dealt with according to the full rigour +of the law, and shall suffer the penalty of death. +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +Given under our royal hand and seal.<br /> +</div></div> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td> +</tr></table></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p>The issue of this proclamation caused a great deal of +interest and excitement throughout the kingdom. All the +people came out of their houses to gaze at it, for they had +never seen its like before, and though very few of them +knew how to read they realised that it must mean something +very important. So they sent for clerks and scholars +to read it to them, paying a penny apiece for the service, +which pennies, the clerks and scholars, being usually extraordinarily +needy persons, were very glad to earn. It +usually took about three hours to read the proclamation +and to explain it; and one must admit that it might have +been expressed in fewer words. To do so, however, would +not have been dignified, for this proclamation was what is +called a legal instrument.</p> + +<p>The very next day into each town and village of the +kingdom the King's officers came riding. Before them +went a trumpeter who stopped at the head of each street +and blew a loud call. Having thus commanded attention +he marched past the houses calling in a loud voice:</p> + +<p>"Bring out your spinning-wheels. Bring out your +spinning-wheels!"</p> + +<p>So the people brought them out, not without grumbling, +for a spinning-wheel is a very useful thing to have in a +house, and in those days people spun and wove their own +cloth to make their clothes. But they were afraid to disobey +the King's order.</p> + +<p>And the spinning-wheels were of all shapes and sizes, some +of them new and some of them hundreds of years old, and +there was hardly a house that did not possess one of some +kind or another. They were all collected together and +loaded into waggons and taken to the capital, where<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +they were piled up into an immense heap in the public +square.</p> + +<p>Then the King and Queen and all the court came out +and watched while the big heap was set on fire. The +people came out to watch too in their thousands, and a +very fine sight it was to see the enormous flames shooting +up into the air and to hear the crackle and hiss of the +burning wood that sounded like the discharge of a hundred +muskets.</p> + +<p>The King laughed aloud in his relief, and even the +Queen smiled, while the little Princess Briar-Rose, who was +held up to a window of the palace to see the bonfire, +stretched out her arms to the pretty flames and crowed. +But the people were not very much amused by the sight +because they were their spinning-wheels which were being +burnt.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i048.png" width="400" height="219" alt="Smashed spinning wheels" title="Smashed spinning wheels" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> + + + +<p>"I've had my wheel for twenty years," said one woman, +"and now I've none at all, and how on earth I can<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +get along without it I don't know, with six growing lads +to find breeches for!"</p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Mother and sons"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i049.png" width="300" height="259" alt="Mother" title="Mother" /> +</td><td align='left' valign='bottom'><img src="images/i050.png" width="300" height="218" alt="Sons" title="Sons" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Five silver crowns my wheel cost my good man last +Candlemass," said another, "and there it goes up in flames +and smoke."</p> + +<p>"What is a wheel if the burning of it saves our little +Princess?" quoth a third. "Come, cheer up, Mother, the +King has reason for what he does and he will not see us +want."</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;"> +<img src="images/i051.png" width="431" height="400" alt="Bonfire" title="Bonfire" /> +</div> +<p>And this man was right. The King had no wish to +oppress his subjects, for no sooner was the pile reduced to +ashes than he caused another proclamation to be issued, +saying that the owner of every spinning-wheel should be +paid for its loss. And not only so, but the King told his +merchants to buy spun yarn from neighbouring countries +so that the people might be able to weave, even though +they could not spin.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>THE little Princess Briar-Rose, of course, knew +nothing of the strange events that had happened +at the feast of her christening, and the King +gave orders that nobody should even mention the subject +to her. It is not a pleasant thing to know that the +fairies have decreed that one shall fall asleep for a +hundred years on one's fifteenth birthday, even though +one is to be awakened by a handsome Prince at the end +of that time. So all the lords-in-waiting and the ladies-in-waiting +had to be very careful and discreet. If they +told the Princess a story, they had to keep the word +"spinning" out of it; and if they showed her a book they +had to take pains to see it did not contain a picture of a +spinning-wheel, or any reference to a distaff or spindle, lest +she should ask what they were. The King's Customs +officers, on the boundaries of the kingdom, had to examine +every waggon-load of merchandise that came into the +country for fear it should contain a spinning-wheel; and +if anybody was found trying to smuggle one in he was +brought before the judges and punished.</div> + +<p>By these devices the King felt certain that he had +averted the fate laid upon his daughter.</p> +<div class="figright" style="width: 131px;"> +<img src="images/i054.png" width="131" height="200" alt="Princess playing a drum" title="Princess playing a drum" /> +</div> +<p>But the promises of the other wise women were fulfilled +to the letter, for the young Princess grew up to be the +most beautiful, gifted and gracious maiden in all the world. +That, at any rate, was what everybody in the palace said,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +from the lords and ladies down to the scullions in the +kitchen, and although people are inclined sometimes to +flatter Royalty, in this case there was reason for their +admiration.</p> + +<p>To begin with, the Princess was as lovely as a spring +morning, with eyes of the purest, softest blue, and hair in +which the rays of the sun seemed to be entangled. When +she came into a room people stopped whatever they were +doing to look at her, and everyone felt happier because she +was there.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 260px;"> +<img src="images/i055.png" width="260" height="250" alt="Drawing on a wall" title="Drawing on a wall" /> +</div> + +<p>And her cleverness! She never had any trouble with +her letters or her multiplication table. She could cipher +as easily as she could spell; she knew the history of her +own country and of every country round it; and nobody +could puzzle her with the hardest question in geography. +She could sew and embroider, and knit and paint and draw;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +she could repeat poetry in five different languages;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +she studied mathematics and botany and astronomy and +even law. In short, there was no end to her knowledge, +and all because she had those fairies for her godmothers.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i056.png" width="400" height="385" alt="Princess everywhere" title="Princess everywhere" /> +</div> + + +<p>Besides this, there were all her other accomplishments; she +could play on all sorts of musical instruments, as, for instance, +fiddle and zither, large harp and jew's-harp, church organ and +mouth organ, flute and penny-whistle, and even on the +nursery comb; she could sing like a nightingale and dance<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +like a fairy.</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Dancing like a fairy"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i057.png" width="300" height="185" alt="Princess learning to dance" title="Princess learning to dance" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i058.png" width="300" height="185" alt="People watching the princess" title="People watching the princess" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> + +<p>And yet she was never conceited or puffed-up, as some +good-looking and accomplished people are apt to be. On +the contrary, she was always sweet-tempered and modest, +and for this reason she was loved. People may admire<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +good looks and a graceful deportment, and they may +respect ability, but it is only sweetness of nature and +goodness of heart that can win love. And these things +were the gift of the third fairy.</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="A conceited man"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i059.png" width="227" height="288" alt="A conceited man" title="A conceited man" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i060.png" width="249" height="325" alt="Onlookers" title="Onlookers" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p>So the years passed, and at last came the day when the +Princess Briar-Rose was fifteen years of age.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i061.png" width="300" height="318" alt="Princess playing music" title="Princess playing music" /> +</div> + +<p>What a day that was! Everybody came to wish her +many happy returns, and she had so many presents that +at least a dozen servants were kept busy unwrapping the +parcels. The King gave her a white pony with a saddle +of red velvet, and bridle and stirrups of gold, while the +Queen's present was a beautiful and costly necklace of +pearls. Even the boy who turned the spit in the kitchen +brought her something, and though it was only a little +wooden shoe which he had carved with his own hands, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +Princess prized it just as much as though it had been made +of gold.</p> + +<p>The only person who was not happy on the Princess's +birthday was the Queen, and she went about with a pale +face and a look of great anxiety.</p> + +<p>"Come, come, my love," said the King, "what is the +matter with you? Surely you are not thinking of that +foolish old prophecy!"</p> + +<p>"How can I help thinking about it?" the Queen +answered. "I have not been able to get it out of my +mind for fifteen years, and now that the day has come I +am afraid."</p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Preparing for the feast"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i063.png" width="300" height="320" alt="Preparing for the feast 1" title="Preparing for the feast 1" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i064.png" width="300" height="319" alt="Preparing for the feast 2" title="Preparing for the feast 2" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<div class='center'> <table class="rose" summary="Rosebush"> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + +<div class='blockquot2'><p>"Make your mind easy," said the King. "Nothing +is going to happen. Why, there's not a spinning-wheel +within a hundred miles. I have taken good care +of that!" And he went away chuckling, to attend +a meeting of his Cabinet. But the Queen shook her +head.</p> + +<p>Now while the King and Queen were talking, the +Princess Briar-Rose was wandering about in the castle, +visiting room after room, as she had done many times +before. The castle was so big that a stranger might easily +have been lost in its maze of stairways and corridors, but +Briar-Rose knew every part of it quite well, from the great +kitchens below ground, where on feast days a score of cooks +prepared the dinner for hundreds of guests, to the topmost +turret above the battlements, where the sentries kept watch +with their pikes on their shoulders. There was only one +part of the castle which Briar-Rose had never explored, +and that was an ancient tower which rose from the eastern +end. The door of that tower was always locked, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +although the Princess had often +tried to find the key she had +never succeeded. The servants +told her that the tower had not +been inhabited for nearly a hundred +years, and it had never been +entered within the memory of +anybody in the castle.</p></div> +<br /></td> +</tr></table></div> + + + + + +<p>To-day Briar-Rose flitted restlessly +from place to place. She +peeped into the kitchen and saw +the kitchen boys turning the spits +on which whole oxen were being +roasted. Then she went into +the empty throne room and saw +the golden thrones side by side +upon the dais, and the rich +tapestry, glowing with all the +colours of the rainbow, on the +walls. After that she mounted +to the battlements from which +she could see over miles and miles +of her father's kingdom, and not +content with that, she ran up the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +staircases into the turrets and looked through their narrow +slits of windows upon the courtyard below, so far down +that the people walking therein seemed no bigger than +mice. And then she came down again and continued her +wanderings, searching in all sorts of out-of-the-way corners, +until at last she found herself before the door of the +ancient tower into which she had never been. And as she +looked at the door, she gave a start of surprise and then +a cry of joy.</p> + +<p>There was a key in the lock.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i067.png" width="400" height="269" alt="Owls and Bats" title="Owls and Bats" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>IT was a rusty key, and Briar-Rose was afraid that she +might not be able to turn it, but to her surprise it +turned quite easily. The heavy door swung inward +on its ancient hinges with many a creak and groan, and +she found herself in a little dark room thickly carpeted +with the dust of years. From this room a winding staircase +led upward, and Briar-Rose was just about to climb the +stair when a sudden noise made her start back in alarm.</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 315px;"> +<img src="images/i068.png" width="315" height="400" alt="Princess opening the door" title="Princess opening the door" /> +</div> + +<p><i>Whirr!</i> There was a beating of wings, a flurry and a +scuffle, and past her face flew a dark shape, with gleaming, +yellow eyes. It was only an owl who was hiding in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +tower out of the sunlight, but he gave poor Briar-Rose a +great fright, and she was in two minds whether to turn +back or not, but the winding staircase looked very inviting +and she wanted to see whither it led, so gathering up her +skirts to avoid any creepy things that might be crawling +about, she ran up the stairway as fast as she could, round +and round until she reached the top. There she came +upon another door.</p> + +<p>In this door also was a rusty key, and Briar-Rose turned +it as easily as she had turned the first. Then she pushed +open the door and entered.</p> + +<p>She found herself in a small room lighted by narrow +windows. Beneath one of these windows was a couch, +and in front of it sat an old woman with a spinning-wheel.</p> + +<p>"Good-morrow, Motherkin," said the Princess. "What +are you doing?"</p> + +<p>"I am spinning, my pretty child," answered the old +woman without ceasing her work.</p> + +<p>"Spinning?" asked the Princess. "Oh, do let me see! +What is that thing which goes round so merrily?"</p> + +<p>"That is the spinning-wheel," said the old woman. +"Why, child, you speak as though you had never seen such +a thing before."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I have not," said the Princess. "How interesting +it is! I wonder whether I could do it as well as you. +Will you let me try?"</p> + +<p>"Why, of course," said the old woman, "every young +girl should know how to spin. Here you are, my dear," +and she gave Briar-Rose the spindle.</p> + +<p>Now whether the Princess in her eagerness to seize the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +spindle grasped it too roughly, or whether it was just because +the fairy had ordained that it should be so, I do not know, +but anyhow the sharp iron point pricked her hand, and +immediately she fell backward on to the couch in a deep +sleep.</p> + +<p>And in that very moment sleep fell upon every man, +woman and child in the castle, and upon every living thing +within its gates. The King, who was sitting at the +Council-board with his ministers, stopped speaking in the +middle of a sentence, and remained with his mouth open, +in the act of uttering a word, and nobody remarked the +strangeness of his conduct, for all his ministers were asleep +too, just as they sat. Outside the door the sentry leaned +upon his pike. In the Queen's chamber the ladies-in-waiting +fell into a profound slumber in the very midst +of what they were doing—one as she was hemming a +handkerchief, another over her embroidery, still another +while she was talking to her parrot. The Queen slept in +her chair, and a little page-boy who was singing fell asleep +in the middle of a note.</p> + +<p>All through the castle the charmed slumber spread. +Courtiers, officers, stewards, cooks, errand-boys, soldiers, +beadles,—nay the very horses in the stables and the dogs in +their kennels were stricken motionless as though they were +dead. The flies ceased to buzz at the windows and the +pigeons to coo upon the roof. In the great kitchen the +scullions fell asleep as they were washing up the dishes, +and a cook in the very act of boxing the ears of a +kitchen-knave.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/i071.png" width="200" height="78" alt="Dog asleep" title="Dog asleep" /> +</div> + +<p>But not for a hundred years would he feel that blow, +or be able to utter the cry that was on the tip of his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +tongue. The dog fell asleep under the table as he was +gnawing a bone; the cat in front of a mouse-hole, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +mouse itself on the other side of the skirting-board, with +its little sharp nose outstretched to sniff the air suspiciously.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +Even the spits which were turning at the fire, laden with +partridges and pheasants cooking for the Princess's birthday +feast—even they ceased to turn, and the very fire stopped +flickering and the flames sank down.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/i072.png" width="350" height="170" alt="Cat sleeping with mouse" title="Cat sleeping with mouse" /> +</div> + +<p>A deep silence fell over the castle. In the fields the +lambs ceased to bleat, the horses to neigh and the cows to +low. The birds in the trees were silent. One moment +the air was full of the music of their twittering; the next, +all was as still as in a desert. The very wind dropped to +sleep in the woods; not a leaf stirred, and the white clouds +were motionless in the sky.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>So sleep fell upon the enchanted castle and upon all +within it, because of the Princess Briar-Rose, who lay +there on her couch in the ancient tower waiting till +the hundred years should be past and the Prince should +come to waken her.</p> + +<p>And all round the castle there grew up a hedge of +thorn, tangled with ivy, woodbine and creeping plants, so +dense that from a distance it seemed like a little wood. +Higher and higher it grew, closing round the castle like a +wall until all that could be seen was the top of the highest +tower, and the flagstaff from which the royal standard +hung limp and motionless.</p> + +<div class='center'> <table class="thorn" summary="Thornbush"> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<div class='blockquot4'><p>And the years went by, each with its changing seasons. +Spring came and brought to the fields and woods outside +the new life of leaf and flower. The trees awoke from +their winter sleep and clothed themselves gloriously in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +green; the birds began to sing +again and the swallows and martins +built their nests under the eaves; +children laughed and clapped their +hands because they were happy in +the bright sunshine, and old people +felt their hearts filled with joy +when they saw the mist of +bluebells in the woods and +the daffodils dancing in +the breeze.</p> + + + +<p>But within the thorn +hedge no life stirred, and +neither flower nor tree +answered the call of spring.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p></div> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td> +</tr></table></div> +<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i075.png" width="400" height="446" alt="Fighting the thorns" title="Fighting the thorns" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> + +<p>As time went on, the people who were young when +the palace was enchanted grew old and died, but they +never forgot the prophecy that one of these days the +sleeping Princess should awaken; and they told the story +to their children, who told it in their turn, changing it a +little because it was only a tale to them. And so, after +many years, the legend spread abroad to neighbouring +countries, and many a young prince dreamed that it was he +who was destined to break the spell and waken the sleeping +Princess.</p> + +<p>Now and again one would take the quest upon him +and try to force his way through the thick hedge. But no +one succeeded. The sharp thorns gripped the unhappy +young men like clutching hands, and held them fast, so that +they could neither go forward nor back, and they perished +miserably. Their bones, whitened by the sun and wind, +remained there as a warning for all to see, and the +creeping plants grew over them.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>A HUNDRED years passed away. At the end of that +time it happened one day that a young Prince who +was hunting in the neighbourhood caught sight of +the towers of the enchanted castle rising above the dense +forest. He had never been in that part of the country +before, and had heard nothing of the story of the Sleeping +Princess, so he asked the first people he met what those +towers were, and to whom the castle belonged.</div> + +<p>Everybody told him a different tale. One said that it +was an old castle haunted by spirits; another, that it was a +meeting-place for all the witches and sorcerers in the land, +who gathered there to practise their secret rites.</p> + +<p>"No, no," said a third. "That castle is the home of a +giant, and all the people in these parts are very much afraid +of him, so I have been told, because he steals their cattle +and their crops, and even carries off their children to be his +servants. And they cannot go to the rescue of those he +has imprisoned in this way, because of the forest all round +the castle, which is so dense that nobody can force his way +through.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>"</p> + +<p>And so they went on, one saying one thing, and one +another, for each repeated what he had heard. At last an +old peasant stepped forward.</p> + +<p>"Fifty years ago, my Prince," said he, "my father told +me the story of that castle, and since he was born in these +parts, I think it was the true story, and I will tell it you if +you would like to hear it."</p> + +<p>The Prince nodded eagerly, and the old man went +on:</p> + +<p>"My father said that years before he himself was born +a King and Queen lived in the castle with their daughter, +the most beautiful Princess that ever was seen. In some +way or other they angered the fairies, who put a spell upon +the place and upon every one within it, so that they fell +into a deep sleep. My father said that this sleep would last +a hundred years, but at the end of that time a King's son +should come and waken the beautiful Princess and make +her his bride."</p> + +<p>When the young Prince heard these words he felt his +heart beat quickly. Something seemed to tell him that he +and no other was the King's son who was destined to +remove the spell, and he cried: "Show me the way to the +castle, for I will take this adventure upon me."</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Finding the castle"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i079.png" width="300" height="283" alt="Asking the way" title="Asking the way" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i080.png" width="300" height="284" alt="The directions" title="The directions" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> +<p>But the old man shook his head. "I have not yet told +you all, my Prince. Many are the young men who have +tried to force their way through the thick wood that +guards the enchanted castle. Each of them thought that +he, and he alone, was destined to awaken the Sleeping +Beauty, and each of them set out with high hopes; but +none of them all came back, and their bones, whitened +by the wind and rain, lie among the thorns of the thick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +hedge, a fearful warning to the venturesome. I pray you, +therefore, my Prince, do nothing rash, but think well +before you take upon yourself this perilous quest."</p> + + + +<p>"What," cried the Prince with flashing eyes, "shall I +hold back when others have dared? This very hour I will +attempt to enter the castle, and if I do not return, carry +home the news of how I have died."</p> + +<p>Then without paying any heed to the words of those +who would prevent him from rushing into such danger, +the eager young man set out, his heart on fire with +thoughts of love and glory. Nobody showed him the +way, but he could see the towers of the castle rising above +the distant wood, and when he entered the wood itself, +and the towers were hidden, each path he took led him +nearer to the place where he would be.</p> + +<p>At last he came to an open glade, and there before him +was a tangled hedge of thorn, stretching in either direction +as far as the eye could see.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Making his way through"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i083.jpg" width="300" height="382" alt="The Prince fighting through" title="The Prince fighting through" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i084.jpg" width="300" height="377" alt="Finally through" title="Finally through" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>AND now, as the Prince drew nearer, he could see +that the story he had heard about that terrible +place was true, for held in the tangle of briar were +the bones of many unhappy young men who had tried to +force their way through to the castle. Rags and tatters of +their finery hung upon the great thorns that pointed +menacingly like sharp claws. Here and there upon the +ground beneath lay pieces of rusty armour, a helmet +surrounded by a coronet of gold that once had belonged to +a King's son, a shield with a Prince's device, a sword with +jewel-encrusted hilt worth a King's ransom. There they +lay, all disregarded among the blanched bones upon the +grass, and the ground-ivy spread out its leaves to cover +them.</div> + +<p>Not a sound broke the deep and awful silence. No +bird sang, no insect droned; there was no scurry of woodland +creatures among the leaves, no sigh of wind in the +trees. In all that place only the thorn hedge seemed +threateningly alive, waiting to destroy the intruder who +should attempt to force the secret it guarded.</p> + +<p>Who would blame the Prince if for a moment his heart +had almost failed him? There was no gap in that hedge, +and the great thorns were sharp as dagger blades to stab +his flesh. But if the Prince hesitated it was not for long.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +"Have I come so far to turn back now?" he thought. +"These others who have died were brave men, and though +they failed, with a courage as great as theirs I may succeed." +And without wasting another moment the Prince began to +force his way through the hedge.</p> + +<p>And now he noticed with surprise that those thorns +which looked so sharp and cruel became soft as thistledown +as soon as he touched them, and the trailing bramble +branches did not entangle him but bent aside at his touch +as though they had been stems of grass. The hedge opened +before him, and as he went through it pink blossoms of +wild roses bloomed on the branches, until the tangled wall +became a mass of flowers.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 329px;"> +<img src="images/i088.png" width="329" height="400" alt="Everything just as it was" title="Everything just as it was" /> +</div> + +<p>At last the Prince found himself on the other side of the +hedge in the gardens of the castle. Before him he could +see the high towers and turrets bathed in the fresh light of +the morning sun, and as he hastened towards them he +noticed that the gardens were as trim and tidy as though +they had just been tended by the gardeners. There was no +moss or weed upon the smooth paths, the turf on the lawns +was as short and firm as though it had just been mown, +and in the flower-beds everything was in the most careful +order. Spring flowers were blooming there, but they bowed +their heads upon their stalks, and even the trees seemed to +hang their arms as though asleep.</p> + +<p>Everywhere there was the same deep silence. The air, +which should have been full of the twittering of birds, +was heavy and languorous. There was no flutter of butterfly-wings +or darting of flies; the fountains on the lawns +were not playing, and as the Prince glanced over the edge<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +of the marble basin of one of them he could see the goldfish +beneath the water-lily leaves lying still, with never a wave +of the tail or flicker of fin.</p> + + + +<p>So he went on over the lawns and terraces and never +a waking thing did he see, but when he came to the courtyard +he saw a soldier standing there, leaning on his pike +with his head bent upon his chest. At first the Prince<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +thought that he was dead, but his cheek was fresh and +ruddy and it was quite plain to see that he was merely +asleep. In the courtyard itself were other human forms, +all still and silent. A row of pikemen leaned against the +wall and in front of them, stretched out upon the ground, +snored the sergeant who had been drilling them when the +spell came upon the castle. A young squire, with a sleeping<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +hawk upon his wrist, slept leaning against a sleeping horse +which he had been about to mount. Near by lay a page +with a hound in leash, both sleeping as soundly as though +they never would awake, and through a window in the +stables the Prince saw a groom lying with a straw in his +mouth.</p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Everyone asleep"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i089.png" width="224" height="250" alt="One man asleep" title="One man asleep" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i090.png" width="380" height="250" alt="Many soldiers asleep" title="Many soldiers asleep" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p>In the stables themselves a like condition of things +prevailed. The horses slept at their stalls with their noses +to the mangers, standing on their four legs just as they were +when they were enchanted a hundred years before, and on +the back of one of them sat the stable-cat. Here and there +upon the ground lay grooms and ostlers, fast asleep among +the straw.</p> + +<p>From the stables the Prince made his way to the great +kitchen where he saw equally strange sights, and he could +not help smiling when he came upon the cook with her +hand still outstretched to clout the head of the unhappy +scullion whom she had by the ear. Before the fires hung +the spitted partridges and fowls that were cooking for the +Princess's birthday feast, and at the table a maid had fallen +asleep with her hands in a large trough full of dough. +She had been making the pastry for a pie when the sleep +fell upon her, and by her side was another maid who +had been plucking a black hen. At the sink a kitchen-knave +was leaning over the pot he had been scouring.</p> + +<p>Then the Prince went out into the great hall and saw +the courtiers asleep in the window alcoves, or stretched +out upon the polished floor. Everywhere was a silence so +profound that the Prince was almost alarmed to hear his +own breathing, and the beating of his heart sounded like a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +muffled drum. On and on he went, through rooms and +corridors, up staircases and down staircases, into the Queen's +chamber where he saw the Queen and her ladies as still +and silent as the rest; one of those ladies had been reading +to the Queen at the moment when the charmed sleep fell +upon the castle, and the book, a History of Troy, still lay +open on her lap. Then the Prince went into the King's +room where his Majesty sat with his ministers of state round +the Council board. He almost lingered there, for it was +very curious to see those nobles as quiet and motionless as +though they had been waxworks in a show. Some of +them were frowning as though in deep thought, and some +smiling as though they had suddenly remembered something +clever to say. The King himself, at the head of the +Council table, had evidently fallen asleep in the very midst +of a speech, for his arm lay outstretched on the table with +pointing finger, and, by his side, his secretary's fingers still +held the pen with which he was inscribing on a roll of +parchment the royal words.</p> + +<p>So the Prince hurried through the castle from top to +bottom until he had glanced into every room and opened +every door. And still he knew that there was something +more to see, for nowhere had he come across the sleeping +Princess. Many maidens he had seen of surpassing beauty, +but his heart told him that none of them all was the maiden +whom he had come to awaken.</p> + +<p>Down he went into the courtyard again and found +another stairway which led to the battlements. There +stood the watchmen whose duty it was to look out over +the country and report the arrival of travellers, but they,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +too, were all asleep, though one of them had his horn in +his hand as though he had been about to blow it when he +was suddenly overcome by the charmed slumber.</p> + +<p>From the battlements the Prince climbed, in turn, into +each of the turrets, but there was nobody in them at all, +and no living thing except the owls asleep in the +crevices of the walls, and the bats that hung head downward +from the rafters. Now only one small turret remained +to be explored. It was the oldest of the turrets, +almost a ruin, and plainly long unused, for the iron door +was rusty and the ivy trailed about the walls.</p> +<div class="figright" style="width: 336px;"> +<img src="images/i094.png" width="336" height="400" alt="Kissing the princess" title="Kissing the princess" /> +</div> +<p>The Prince approached it with a beating heart, for there +he knew he should find what he sought. He threw open +the creaking door; with impatient feet he mounted the +crazy, winding stair, opened the door at the top and +entered a little dark room.</p> + +<p>And then—and then he started forward with a cry of +joy and wonder, for lying on the couch below the narrow +window he saw the Princess.</p> + +<p>She was lying upon a couch with her lovely hair spread +out like a stream of gold; and, oh! no words can tell how +beautiful she was. Softly the Prince came near and bent +over her. He touched her hand; it was warm as in life, +but she did not stir. No sound of breathing came from +her parted lips, fresh and sweet as the petals of a rose; +her eyes were closed.</p> + +<p>For a long time the Prince stood and gazed upon her, +for never in all his life had he seen a maiden so lovely. +Then suddenly he bent down and kissed her lips.</p> + + + +<p>That was the end of the enchantment. The Princess's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +eyelids quivered; languidly she moved her head and +stretched out her arms. Her eyes opened and she +smiled.</p> + +<p>"Is it you, my Prince?" she said. "How long you +have kept me waiting!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 292px;"> +<img src="images/i095.png" width="292" height="300" alt="The Princess wakes" title="The Princess wakes" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> + + +<div class='cap'>IN that very moment the charm was broken and the +castle awoke.</div> + + +<p>Instead of the profound silence there came a hustle +and confusion of noise. Clocks began to strike, doors began +to slam, dogs began to bark, cocks began to crow and hens +to cluck; a breeze sprang up outside and set the branches +of the trees swaying and creaking; the doves began to coo +upon the roofs, the swallows to twitter under the eaves, flies +came out and buzzed about the window, mice squeaked in +the wainscot and ran scampering along the rafters. The +fountain in the garden leapt up sixty feet into the air, and +the goldfish swam among the water-lily leaves; ants left +their nests and foraged about the paths, the butterflies +danced and fluttered over the flowers, which lifted their +heads as though to drink in the rays of the sun. In every +tree in the garden a thrush woke up and began to sing; +sparrows chirped, jays screamed, blue-tits chattered, and the +chiff-chaff uttered his strange note. In the woods a cuckoo +called and blackbird fluted to blackbird in the hedge. In +the stables the horses awoke and champed at their stalls; +the cat jumped down and ran after a mouse which crept out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +from under the straw. The sentry at the courtyard gate +woke up and rubbed his eyes and came smartly to attention, +looking round uneasily, for he thought he had only been +asleep for a few minutes and was afraid that somebody<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +might have seen him who would report him to the sergeant. +The pikemen also woke with a start, and the sergeant woke +too, and bellowed an order in a loud and angry voice, for he +was ashamed of himself for sleeping in front of his men.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +The young squire who was going hawking fitted his falcon's +hood and mounted his steed; the page-boy with the hound +went off to his master. On the topmost tower of the castle +the royal standard, which had been drooping against the +flagstaff, filled out and waved freely in the breeze.</p> +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="People wake up"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i097.png" width="216" height="250" alt="One man awake" title="One man awake" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i098.png" width="373" height="250" alt="Soldiers awake" title="Soldiers awake" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<p>The hedge which had grown up to surround the enchanted +castle broke in and disappeared; peacocks squalled +and strutted on the lawns, martins flitted to and from their +nests under the eaves, pigs began to grunt, oxen to low, +sheep to bleat, rooks to caw and children to laugh and sing. +In short, all the sounds which we hear every day and all the +time and never notice, began again and seemed so loud in +contrast to the deadly silence that they almost cracked +the ears.</p> + +<p>And in every room in the castle the people who had +been lying asleep for a hundred years woke up and went +on with what they had been doing just as though nothing +had happened. In the kitchen the flames of the fire leapt +up with a hiss and a roar. The kettle began to boil, the +stew-pot to bubble, and the meat before the fire to steam +and hiss as the little boy turned the spit.</p> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The castle revives"> +<tr><td align='left'><img src="images/i101.jpg" width="300" height="381" alt="Castle awakens 1" title="Castle awakens 1" /> +</td><td align='left'><img src="images/i102.jpg" width="300" height="378" alt="Castle awakens 2" title="Castle awakens 2" /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p>"Take that," cried the cook, giving the scullion the +clout she had promised a hundred years before. "Take +that for a lazy knave."</p> + +<p>"Goodness," yawned the maid who had been plucking +the black hen; "I wonder what made me drop off to sleep +like that? Well, well, it's to be hoped the cook didn't see +me!" And my word, how she made the feathers fly!</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i104.png" width="400" height="254" alt="Cat pounces" title="Cat pounces" /> +</div> + +<p><i>Miaou!</i> cried the cat in disgust as he made a pounce at +the mouse-hole he had been watching, for the little mouse<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +who had poked his nose out a hundred years before drew it +back like a flash and scampered away.</p> + + + + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;"> +<img src="images/i105.png" width="110" height="200" alt="Flies above the milk pan" title="Flies above the milk pan" /> +</div> +<p>"Dear me!" said the servant who was washing the +dishes; "I do believe I have been to sleep with this crock +in my hand. It's a mercy I didn't let it fall!" And he +went on with his scouring. It was the same thing in the +dairy where the maids had fallen asleep while they were +skimming the cream and churning the butter. And the +cream was not sour for all that a hundred years had passed,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +nor was the butter rank. But a fly which had been sleeping +on the edge of one of the milk-pans woke up and flew down +to taste the milk, and fell in and was drowned, so he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +none the better because the spell had been taken off the +castle.</p> + + + +<p>In the Queen's ante-chamber the maids-of-honour and +the ladies-in-waiting sat up and yawned and stretched themselves. +Each one of them thought that she was the only +one who had fallen asleep, and they all began to explain at +the same time that they had only closed their eyes for forty +seconds. "It was the heat," they all said to each other. +"The sun is very hot for this time of year."</p> + +<p>In the King's council chamber the King and all his +ministers woke up with a start. The ministers rubbed their +eyes and looked very sheepish, for each of them thought +that he was alone in being caught napping.</p> + +<p>"Your Majesty was saying...?" said the Prime +Minister respectfully, leaning forward.</p> + +<p>"I was saying ..." said the King. "What was I +saying?" And he stretched out his arms and yawned. "I +crave your pardon, my lords. I do believe I've been asleep. +Heigho! but my joints are stiff."</p> + +<p>"It was but an after-dinner nap," said the Prime Minister. +"Your Majesty is overspent with the hard hunting yesterday. +Is it your Majesty's will that we should proceed with +our business, or shall the Council rise until to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"Go on, my lords, go on," cried the King heartily. +"My little nap has wonderfully refreshed me. What say +you, shall we pass that bill we were discussing a few +minutes ago?"</p> + +<p>But at this moment a page came into the room with a +message from the Queen, and as soon as he received it the +King left his seat in the council chamber and went to her.</p> + +<p>Alone, among all the people in the castle, the Queen had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +realised immediately she awoke from her charmed sleep, +exactly what had happened. She remembered the words of +the fairy godmother, and she knew that what she had foretold +had come to pass, and that the sleep from which she +and everybody else in the castle had just awakened had lasted +a hundred years.</p> + +<p>Her first thought was of her daughter, the Princess +Briar-Rose. Where was she, and what had happened to +her? If she, too, had merely fallen asleep, all was well, but +suppose the doom first spoken by the thirteenth fairy had +taken effect?</p> + +<p>In a few words she told the King all that was in her +mind, and without delay messengers were sent all over the +castle to look for the Princess.</p> + +<p>In the meantime Briar-Rose and the young Prince were +talking together in the ruined tower. For the first time she +heard the story of the enchantment, and her eyes grew +round with wonder as she listened to her lover's account of +the strange things that had happened in the castle. When +he told of the great hedge and its cruel thorns, and of the +many young men who died in trying to force their way +through it, her eyes filled with tears.</p> + +<p>"How great their courage was," she sighed. "Oh, if +only I could bring them back to life."</p> + +<p>But the Prince kissed her tears away, and hastened past +that part of his tale, and presently she was smiling again +and happy, because she understood that everything had +happened as it was bound to happen.</p> + +<p>Then the Prince took her hand and raised her from the +couch on which she had slept so long, and they went down<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +the winding stair together and came to the battlements, +where they found a score of breathless people who had been +running up and down in search of her.</p> + +<p>And how surprised these people were to find her in that +place, accompanied by a young man they had never seen +before! She seemed to have grown more beautiful than +ever during her long sleep, and they were amazed by her +loveliness.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i108.png" width="400" height="182" alt="Dancing" title="Dancing" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p> + +<p>And how may we describe the joy of the King and +Queen when they saw their daughter again and knew that +the good fairy had kept her word? The King was so +delighted that all he could say was "Bless my soul! bless +my soul!" And the Queen could say nothing at all, for +she was weeping for joy.</p> + +<p>What a feast there was that night! In spite of the +hundred years that had gone by it was still the Princess's +birthday, and she was in reality no more than fifteen years +old, for time had stood still for her. So she had her birthday +feast just the same, and it was her betrothal feast too, +for the King joined the hands of the young Prince and his +daughter and gave them his blessing.</p> + + +<h2>THE END</h2><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='center'> +<span class="smcap"><small>Printed in Great Britain by</small></span><br /> +<span class="smcap"><small>Richard Clay & Sons, Limited</small></span>,<br /> +<small>BRUNSWICK ST., STAMFORD ST., S.E. 1,</small><br /> +<small>AND BUNGAY, SUFFOLK.</small><br /> +</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Note:</h3> +<p>Page 78, a closing quote was added after (can force his way through.)</p></div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Sleeping Beauty, by C. S. 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