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Prince Narcissus And The Princess Potentilla

from The Green Fairy Book





Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen who, though it is a
very long while since they died, were much the same in their
tastes and pursuits as people nowadays. The King, who was called
Cloverleaf, liked hunting better than anything else; but he
nevertheless bestowed as much care upon his kingdom as he felt
equal to--that is to say, he never made an end of folding and
unfolding the State documents. As to the Queen, she had once been
very pretty, and she liked to believe that she was so still, which
is, of course, always made quite easy for queens. Her name was
Frivola, and her one occupation in life was the pursuit of
amusement. Balls, masquerades, and picnics followed one another in
rapid succession, as fast as she could arrange them, and you may
imagine that under these circumstances the kingdom was somewhat
neglected. As a matter of fact, if anyone had a fancy for a town,
or a province, he helped himself to it; but as long as the King
had his horses and dogs, and the Queen her musicians and her
actors, they did not trouble themselves about the matter. King
Cloverleaf and Queen Frivola had but one child, and this Princess
had from her very babyhood been so beautiful, that by the time she
was four years old the Queen was desperately jealous of her, and
so fearful that when she was grown up she would be more admired
than herself, that she resolved to keep her hidden away out of
sight. To this end she caused a little house to be built not far
beyond the Palace gardens, on the bank of a river. This was
surrounded by a high wall, and in it the charming Potentilla was
imprisoned. Her nurse, who was dumb, took care of her, and the
necessaries of life were conveyed to her through a little window
in the wall, while guards were always pacing to and fro outside,
with orders to cut off the head of anyone who tried to approach,
which they would certainly have done without thinking twice about
it. The Queen told everyone, with much pretended sorrow, that the
Princess was so ugly, and so troublesome, and altogether so
impossible to love, that to keep her out of sight was the only
thing that could be done for her. And this tale she repeated so
often, that at last the whole court believed it. Things were in
this state, and the Princess was about fifteen years old, when
Prince Narcissus, attracted by the report of Queen Frivola's gay
doings, presented himself at the court. He was not much older than
the Princess, and was as handsome a Prince as you would see in a
day's journey, and really, for his age, not so very scatter-
brained. His parents were a King and Queen, whose story you will
perhaps read some day. They died almost at the same time, leaving
their kingdom to the eldest of their children, and commending
their youngest son, Prince Narcissus, to the care of the Fairy
Melinette. In this they did very well for him, for the Fairy was
as kind as she was powerful, and she spared no pains in teaching
the little Prince everything it was good for him to know, and even
imparted to him some of her own Fairy lore. But as soon as he was
grown up she sent him out to see the world for himself, though all
the time she was secretly keeping watch over him, ready to help in
any time of need. Before he started she gave him a ring which
would render him invisible when he put it on his finger. These
rings seem to be quite common; you must often have heard of them,
even if you have never seen one. It was in the course of the
Prince's wanderings, in search of experience of men and things,
that he came to the court of Queen Frivola, where he was extremely
well received. The Queen was delighted with him, so were all her
ladies; and the King was very polite to him, though he did not
quite see why the whole court was making such a fuss over him.

Prince Narcissus enjoyed all that went on, and found the time pass
very pleasantly. Before long, of course, he heard the story about
the Princess Potentilla, and, as it had by that time been repeated
many times, and had been added to here and there, she was
represented as such a monster of ugliness that he was really quite
curious to see her, and resolved to avail himself of the magic
power of his ring to accomplish his design. So he made himself
invisible, and passed the guard without their so much as
suspecting that anyone was near. Climbing the wall was rather a
difficulty, but when he at length found himself inside it he was
charmed with the peaceful beauty of the little domain it enclosed,
and still more delighted when he perceived a slender, lovely
maiden wandering among the flowers. It was not until he had sought
vainly for the imaginary monster that he realised that this was
the Princess herself, and by that time he was deeply in love with
her, for indeed it would have been hard to find anyone prettier
than Potentilla, as she sat by the brook, weaving a garland of
blue forget-me-nots to crown her waving golden locks, or to
imagine anything more gentle than the way she tended all the birds
and beasts who inhabited her small kingdom, and who all loved and
followed her. Prince Narcissus watched her every movement, and
hovered near her in a dream of delight, not daring as yet to
appear to her, so humble had he suddenly become in her presence.
And when evening came, and the nurse fetched the Princess into her
little house, he felt obliged to go back to Frivola's palace, for
fear his absence should be noticed and someone should discover his
new treasure. But he forgot that to go back absent, and dreamy,
and indifferent, when he had before been gay and ardent about
everything, was the surest way of awakening suspicion; and when,
in response to the jesting questions which were put to him upon
the subject, he only blushed and returned evasive answers, all the
ladies were certain that he had lost his heart, and did their
utmost to discover who was the happy possessor of it. As to the
Prince, he was becoming day by day more attached to Potentilla,
and his one thought was to attend her, always invisible, and help
her in everything she did, and provide her with everything that
could possibly amuse or please her. And the Princess, who had
learnt to find diversion in very small things in her quiet life,
was in a continual state of delight over the treasures which the
Prince constantly laid where she must find them. Then Narcissus
implored his faithful friend Melinette to send the Princess such
dreams of him as should make her recognise him as a friend when he
actually appeared before her eyes; and this device was so
successful that the Princess quite dreaded the cessation of these
amusing dreams, in which a certain Prince Narcissus was such a
delightful lover and companion. After that he went a step further
and began to have long talks with the Princess--still, however,
keeping himself invisible, until she begged him so earnestly to
appear to her that he could no longer resist, and after making her
promise that, no matter what he was like, she would still love
him, he drew the ring from his finger, and the Princess saw with
delight that he was as handsome as he was agreeable. Now, indeed,
they were perfectly happy, and they passed the whole long summer
day in Potentilla's favourite place by the brook, and when at last
Prince Narcissus had to leave her it seemed to them both that the
hours had gone by with the most amazing swiftness. The Princess
stayed where she was, dreaming of her delightful Prince, and
nothing could have been further from her thoughts than any trouble
or misfortune, when suddenly, in a cloud of dust and shavings, by
came the enchanter Grumedan, and unluckily he chanced to catch
sight of Potentilla. Down he came straightway and alighted at her
feet, and one look at her charming blue eyes and smiling lips
quite decided him that he must appear to her at once, though he
was rather annoyed to remember that he had on only his second-best
cloak. The Princess sprang to her feet with a cry of terror at
this sudden apparition, for really the Enchanter was no beauty. To
begin with, he was very big and clumsy, then he had but one eye,
and his teeth were long, and he stammered badly; nevertheless, he
had an excellent opinion of himself, and mistook the Princess's
cry of terror for an exclamation of delighted surprise. After
pausing a moment to give her time to admire him, the Enchanter
made her the most complimentary speech he could invent, which,
however, did not please her at all, though he was extremely
delighted with it himself. Poor Potentilla only shuddered and
cried:

'Oh! where is my Narcissus?'

To which he replied with a self-satisfied chuckle: 'You want a
narcissus, madam? Well, they are not rare; you shall have as many
as you like.'

Whereupon he waved his wand, and the Princess found herself
surrounded and half buried in the fragrant flowers. She would
certainly have betrayed that this was not the kind of narcissus
she wanted, but for the Fairy Melinette, who had been anxiously
watching the interview, and now thought it quite time to
interfere. Assuming the Prince's voice, she whispered in
Potentilla's ear:

'We are menaced by a great danger, but my only fear is for you, my
Princess. Therefore I beg you to hide what you really feel, and we
will hope that some way out of the difficulty may present itself.'

The Princess was much agitated by this speech, and feared lest the
Enchanter should have overheard it; but he had been loudly calling
her attention to the flowers, and chuckling over his own smartness
in getting them for her; and it was rather a blow to him when she
said very coldly that they were not the sort she preferred, and
she would be glad if he would send them all away. This he did, but
afterwards wished to kiss the Princess's hand as a reward for
having been so obliging; but the Fairy Melinette was not going to
allow anything of that kind. She appeared suddenly, in all her
splendour, and cried:

'Stay, Grumedan; this Princess is under my protection, and the
smallest impertinence will cost you a thousand years of captivity.
If you can win Potentilla's heart by the ordinary methods I cannot
oppose you, but I warn you that I will not put up with any of your
usual tricks.'

This declaration was not at all to the Enchanter's taste; but he
knew that there was no help for it, and that he would have to
behave well, and pay the Princess all the delicate attentions he
could think of; though they were not at all the sort of thing he
was used to. However, he decided that to win such a beauty it was
quite worth while; and Melinette, feeling that she could now leave
the Princess in safety, hurried off to tell Prince Narcissus what
was going forward. Of course, at the very mention of the Enchanter
as a rival he was furious, and I don't know what foolish things he
would not have done if Melinette had not been there to calm him
down. She represented to him what a powerful enchanter Grumedan
was, and how, if he were provoked, he might avenge himself upon
the Princess, since he was the most unjust and churlish of all the
enchanters, and had often before had to be punished by the Fairy
Queen for some of his ill-deeds. Once he had been imprisoned in a
tree, and was only released when it was blown down by a furious
wind; another time he was condemned to stay under a big stone at
the bottom of a river, until by some chance the stone should be
turned over; but nothing could ever really improve him. The Fairy
finally made Narcissus promise that he would remain invisible when
he was with the Princess, since she felt sure that this would make
things easier for all of them. Then began a struggle between
Grumedan and the Prince, the latter under the name of Melinette,
as to which could best delight and divert the Princess and win her
approbation. Prince Narcissus first made friends with all the
birds in Potentilla's little domain, and taught them to sing her
name and her praises, with all their sweetest trills and most
touching melodies, and all day long to tell her how dearly he
loved her. Grumedan, thereupon, declared that there was nothing
new about that, since the birds had sung since the world began,
and all lovers had imagined that they sang for them alone.
Therefore he said he would himself write an opera that should be
absolutely a novelty and something worth hearing. When the time
came for the performance (which lasted five weary hours) the
Princess found to her dismay that the 'opera' consisted of this
more than indifferent verse, chanted with all their might by ten
thousand frogs:

'Admirable Potentilla, Do you think it kind or wise In this sudden
way to kill a Poor Enchanter with your eyes?'

Really, if Narcissus had not been there to whisper in her ear and
divert her attention, I don't know what would have become of poor
Potentilla, for though the first repetition of this absurdity
amused her faintly, she nearly died of weariness before the time
was over. Luckily Grumedan did not perceive this, as he was too
much occupied in whipping up the frogs, many of whom perished
miserably from fatigue, since he did not allow them to rest for a
moment. The Prince's next idea for Potentilla's amusement was to
cause a fleet of boats exactly like those of Cleopatra, of which
you have doubtless read in history, to come up the little river,
and upon the most gorgeously decorated of these reclined the great
Queen herself, who, as soon as she reached the place where
Potentilla sat in rapt attention, stepped majestically on shore
and presented the Princess with that celebrated pearl of which you
have heard so much, saying:

'You are more beautiful than I ever was. Let my example warn you
to make a better use of your beauty!'

And then the little fleet sailed on, until it was lost to view in
the windings of the river. Grumedan was also looking on at the
spectacle, and said very contemptuously:

'I cannot say I think these marionettes amusing. What a to-do to
make over a single pearl! But if you like pearls, madam, why, I
will soon gratify you.'

So saying, he drew a whistle from his pocket, and no sooner had he
blown it than the Princess saw the water of the river bubble and
grow muddy, and in another instant up came hundreds of thousands
of great oysters, who climbed slowly and laboriously towards her
and laid at her feet all the pearls they contained.

'Those are what I call pearls,' cried Grumedan in high glee. And
truly there were enough of them to pave every path in Potentilla's
garden and leave some to spare! The next day Prince Narcissus had
prepared for the Princess's pleasure a charming arbour of leafy
branches, with couches of moss and grassy floor and garlands
everywhere, with her name written in different coloured blossoms.
Here he caused a dainty little banquet to be set forth, while
hidden musicians played softly, and the silvery fountains plashed
down into their marble basins, and when presently the music
stopped a single nightingale broke the stillness with his
delicious chant.

'Ah!' cried the Princess, recognizing the voice of one of her
favourites, 'Philomel, my sweet one, who taught you that new
song?'

And he answered: 'Love, my Princess.'

Meanwhile the Enchanter was very ill-pleased with the
entertainment, which he declared was dulness itself.

'You don't seem to have any idea in these parts beyond little
squeaking birds!' said he. 'And fancy giving a banquet without so
much as an ounce of plate!'

So the next day, when the Princess went out into her garden, there
stood a summer-house built of solid gold, decorated within and
without with her initials and the Enchanter's combined. And in it
was spread an enormous repast, while the table so glittered with
golden cups and plates, flagons and dishes, candlesticks and a
hundred other things beside, that it was hardly possible to look
steadily at it. The Enchanter ate like six ogres, but the Princess
could not touch a morsel. Presently Grumedan remarked with a grin:

'I have provided neither musicians nor singers; but as you seem
fond of music I will sing to you myself.'

Whereupon he began, with a voice like a screech-owl's, to chant
the words of his 'opera,' only this time happily not at such a
length, and without the frog accompaniment. After this the Prince
again asked the aid of his friends the birds, and when they had
assembled from all the country round he tied about the neck of
each one a tiny lamp of some brilliant colour, and when darkness
fell he made them go through a hundred pretty tricks before the
delighted Potentilla, who clapped her little hands with delight
when she saw her own name traced in points of light against the
dark trees, or when the whole flock of sparks grouped themselves
into bouquets of different colours, like living flowers. Grumedan
leaning back in his arm-chair, with one knee crossed over the
other and his nose in the air, looked on disdainfully.

'Oh! if you like fireworks, Princess,' said he; and the next night
all the will-o'-the-wisps in the country came and danced on the
plain, which could be seen from the Princess's windows, and as she
was looking out, and rather enjoying the sight, up sprang a
frightful volcano, pouring out smoke and flames which terrified
her greatly, to the intense amusement of the Enchanter, who
laughed like a pack of wolves quarrelling. After this, as many of
the will-o'-the-wisps as could get in crowded into Potentilla's
garden, and by their light the tall yew-trees danced minuets until
the Princess was weary and begged to be excused from looking at
anything more that night. But, in spite of Potentilla's efforts to
behave politely to the tiresome old Enchanter, whom she detested,
he could not help seeing that he failed to please her, and then he
began to suspect very strongly that she must love someone else,
and that somebody besides Melinette was responsible for all the
festivities he had witnessed. So after much consideration he
devised a plan for finding out the truth. He went to the Princess
suddenly, and announced that he was most unwillingly forced to
leave her, and had come to bid her farewell. Potentilla could
scarcely hide her delight when she heard this, and his back was
hardly turned before she was entreating Prince Narcissus to make
himself visible once more. The poor Prince had been getting quite
thin with anxiety and annoyance, and was only too delighted to
comply with her request. They greeted one another rapturously, and
were just sitting down to talk over everything cosily, and enjoy
the Enchanter's discomfiture together, when out he burst in a fury
from behind a bush. With his huge club he aimed a terrific blow at
Narcissus, which must certainly have killed him but for the
adroitness of the Fairy Melinette, who arrived upon the scene just
in time to snatch him up and carry him off at lightning speed to
her castle in the air. Poor Potentilla, however, had not the
comfort of knowing this, for at the sight of the Enchanter
threatening her beloved Prince she had given one shriek and fallen
back insensible. When she recovered her senses she was more than
ever convinced that he was dead, since even Melinette was no
longer near her, and no one was left to defend her from the odious
old Enchanter.

To make matters worse, he seemed to be in a very bad temper, and
came blustering and raging at the poor Princess.

'I tell you what it is, madam,' said he: 'whether you love this
whipper-snapper Prince or not doesn't matter in the least. You are
going to marry me, so you may as well make up your mind to it; and
I am going away this very minute to make all the arrangements. But
in case you should get into mischief in my absence, I think I had
better put you to sleep.'

So saying, he waved his wand over her, and in spite of her utmost
efforts to keep awake she sank into a profound and dreamless
slumber.

As he wished to make what he considered a suitable entry into the
King's palace, he stepped outside the Princess's little domain,
and mounted upon an immense chariot with great solid wheels, and
shafts like the trunk of an oak-tree, but all of solid gold. This
was drawn with great difficulty by forty-eight strong oxen; and
the Enchanter reclined at his ease, leaning upon his huge club,
and holding carelessly upon his knee a tawny African lion, as if
it had been a little lapdog. It was about seven o'clock in the
morning when this extraordinary chariot reached the palace gates;
the King was already astir, and about to set off on a hunting
expedition; as for the Queen, she had only just gone off into her
first sleep, and it would have been a bold person indeed who
ventured to wake her.

The King was greatly annoyed at having to stay and see a visitor
at such a time, and pulled off his hunting boots again with many
grimaces. Meantime the Enchanter was stumping about in the hall,
crying:

'Where is this King? Let him be told that I must see him and his
wife also.'

The King, who was listening at the top of the staircase, thought
this was not very polite; however, he took counsel with his
favourite huntsman, and, following his advice, presently went down
to see what was wanted of him. He was struck with astonishment at
the sight of the chariot, and was gazing at it, when the Enchanter
strode up to him, exclaiming:

'Shake hands, Cloverleaf, old fellow! Don't you know me?'

'No, I can't say I do,' replied the King, somewhat embarrassed.

'Why, I am Grumedan, the Enchanter,' said he, 'and I am come to
make your fortune. Let us come in and talk things over a bit.'

Thereupon he ordered the oxen to go about their business, and they
bounded off like stags, and were out of sight in a moment. Then,
with one blow of his club, he changed the massive chariot into a
perfect mountain of gold pieces.

'Those are for your lackeys,' said he to the King, 'that they may
drink my health.'

Naturally a great scramble ensued, and at last the laughter and
shouting awoke the Queen, who rang for her maids to ask the reason
of such an unwonted hurry-burly. When they said that a visitor was
asking for her, and then proceeded each one to tell breathlessly a
different tale of wonder, in which she could only distinguish the
words, 'oxen,' 'gold,' 'club,' 'giant,' 'lion,' she thought they
were all out of their minds. Meanwhile the King was asking the
Enchanter to what he was indebted for the honour of this visit,
and on his replying that he would not say until the Queen was also
present, messenger after messenger was dispatched to her to beg
her immediate attendance. But Frivola was in a very bad humour at
having been so unceremoniously awakened, and declared that she had
a pain in her little finger, and that nothing should induce her to
come.

When the Enchanter heard this he insisted that she must come.

'Take my club to her Majesty,' said he, 'and tell her that if she
smells the end of it she will find it wonderfully reviving.'

So four of the King's strongest men-at-arms staggered off with it;
and after some persuasion the Queen consented to try this novel
remedy. She had hardly smelt it for an instant when she declared
herself to be perfectly restored; but whether that was due to the
scent of the wood or to the fact that as soon as she touched it
out fell a perfect shower of magnificent jewels, I leave you to
decide. At any rate, she was now all eagerness to see the
mysterious stranger, and hastily throwing on her royal mantle,
popped her second-best diamond crown over her night-cap, put a
liberal dab of rouge upon each cheek, and holding up her largest
fan before her nose--for she was not used to appearing in broad
daylight--she went mincing into the great hall. The Enchanter
waited until the King and Queen had seated themselves upon their
throne, and then, taking his place between them, he began
solemnly:

'My name is Grumedan. I am an extremely well-connected Enchanter;
my power is immense. In spite of all this, the charms of your
daughter Potentilla have so fascinated me that I cannot live
without her. She fancies that she loves a certain contemptible
puppy called Narcissus; but I have made very short work with him.
I really do not care whether you consent to my marriage with your
daughter or not, but I am bound to ask your consent, on account of
a certain meddling Fairy called Melinette, with whom I have reason
for wishing to keep on good terms.'

The King and Queen were somewhat embarrassed to know what answer
to make to this terrible suitor, but at last they asked for time
to talk over the matter: since, they said, their subjects might
think that the heir to the throne should not be married with as
little consideration as a dairymaid.

'Oh! take a day or two if you like,' said the Enchanter; 'but in
the meantime, I am going to send for your daughter. Perhaps you
will be able to induce her to be reasonable.'

So saying, he drew out his favourite whistle, and blew one ear-
piercing note--whereupon the great lion, who had been dozing in
the sunny courtyard, come bounding in on his soft, heavy feet.
'Orion,' said the Enchanter, 'go and fetch me the Princess, and
bring her here at once. Be gentle now!'

At these words Orion went off at a great pace, and was soon at the
other end of the King's gardens. Scattering the guards right and
left, he cleared the wall at a bound, and seizing the sleeping
Princess, he threw her on to his back, where he kept her by
holding her robe in his teeth. Then he trotted gently back, and in
less than five minutes stood in the great hall before the
astonished King and Queen.

The Enchanter held his club close to the Princess's charming
little nose, whereupon she woke up and shrieked with terror at
finding herself in a strange place with the detested Grumedan.
Frivola, who had stood by, stiff with displeasure at the sight of
the lovely Princess, now stepped forward, and with much pretended
concern proposed to carry off Potentilla to her own apartments
that she might enjoy the quiet she seemed to need. Really her one
idea was to let the Princess be seen by as few people as possible;
so, throwing a veil over her head, she led her away and locked her
up securely. All this time Prince Narcissus, gloomy and
despairing, was kept a prisoner by Melinette in her castle in the
air, and in spite of all the splendour by which he was surrounded,
and all the pleasures which he might have enjoyed, his one thought
was to get back to Potentilla. The Fairy, however, left him there,
promising to do her very best for him, and commanding all her
swallows and butterflies to wait upon him and do his bidding. One
day, as he paced sadly to and fro, he thought he heard a voice he
knew calling to him, and sure enough there was the faithful
Philomel, Potentilla's favourite, who told him all that had
passed, and how the sleeping Princess had been carried off by the
Lion to the great grief of all her four-footed and feathered
subjects, and how, not knowing what to do, he had wandered about
until he heard the swallows telling one another of the Prince who
was in their airy castle and had come to see if it could be
Narcissus. The Prince was more distracted than ever, and tried
vainly to escape from the castle, by leaping from the roof into
the clouds; but every time they caught him, and rolling softly up,
brought him back to the place from which he started, so at last he
gave up the attempt and waited with desperate patience for the
return of Melinette. Meanwhile matters were advancing rapidly in
the court of King Cloverleaf, for the Queen quite made up her mind
that such a beauty as Potentilla must be got out of the way as
quickly as possible. So she sent for the Enchanter secretly, and
after making him promise that he would never turn herself and King
Cloverleaf out of their kingdom, and that he would take Potentilla
far away, so that never again might she set eyes upon her, she
arranged the wedding for the next day but one.

You may imagine how Potentilla lamented her sad fate, and
entreated to be spared. All the comfort she could get out of
Frivola was, that if she preferred a cup of poison to a rich
husband she would certainly provide her with one.

When, then, the fatal day came the unhappy Potentilla was led into
the great hall between the King and Queen, the latter wild with
envy at the murmurs of admiration which rose on all sides at the
loveliness of the Princess. An instant later in came Grumedan by
the opposite door. His hair stood on end, and he wore a huge bag-
purse and a cravat tied in a bow, his mantle was made of a shower
of silver coins with a lining of rose colour, and his delight in
his own appearance knew no bounds. That any Princess could prefer
a cup of poison to himself never for an instant occurred to him.
Nevertheless, that was what did happen, for when Queen Frivola in
jest held out the fatal cup to the Princess, she took it eagerly,
crying:

'Ah! beloved Narcissus, I come to thee!' and was just raising it
to her lips when the window of the great hall burst open, and the
Fairy Melinette floated in upon a glowing sunset cloud, followed
by the Prince himself:

All the court looked on in dazzled surprise, while Potentilla,
catching sight of her lover, dropped the cup and ran joyfully to
meet him.

The Enchanter's first thought was to defend himself when he saw
Melinette appear, but she slipped round his blind side, and
catching him by the eyelashes dragged him off to the ceiling of
the hall, where she held him kicking for a while just to give him
a lesson, and then touching him with her wand she imprisoned him
for a thousand years in a crystal ball which hung from the roof.
'Let this teach you to mind what I tell you another time,' she
remarked severely. Then turning to the King and Queen, she begged
them to proceed with the wedding, since she had provided a much
more suitable bridegroom. She also deprived them of their kingdom,
for they had really shown themselves unfit to manage it, and
bestowed it upon the Prince and Princess, who, though they were
unwilling to take it, had no choice but to obey the Fairy.
However, they took care that the King and Queen were always
supplied with everything they could wish for.

Prince Narcissus and Princess Potentilla lived long and happily,
beloved by all their subjects. As for the Enchanter, I don't
believe he has been let out yet.





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