The Sleeping Beauty In The Wood





Once there was a royal couple who grieved excessively because they had

no children. When at last, after long waiting, the queen presented her

husband with a little daughter, his majesty showed his joy by giving a

christening feast, so grand that the like of it was never known. He

invited all the fairies in the land--there were seven altogether--to

stand godmothers to the little princess; hoping that each might bestow

on her some good gift, as was the custom of good fairies in those

days.



After the ceremony, all the guests returned to the palace, where there

was set before each fairy-godmother a magnificent covered dish, with

an embroidered table-napkin, and a knife and fork of pure gold,

studded with diamonds and rubies. But alas! as they placed themselves

at table, there entered an old fairy who had never been invited,

because more than fifty years since she had left the king's dominion

on a tour of pleasure, and had not been heard of until this day. His

majesty, much troubled, desired a cover to be placed for her, but it

was of common delf, for he had ordered from his jeweller only seven

gold dishes for the seven fairies aforesaid. The elderly fairy thought

herself neglected, and muttered angry menaces, which were overheard by

one of the younger fairies, who chanced to sit beside her. This good

godmother, afraid of harm to the pretty baby, hastened to hide herself

behind the tapestry in the hall. She did this, because she wished all

the others to speak first--so that if any ill gift were bestowed on

the child, she might be able to counteract it.



The six now offered their good wishes--which, unlike most wishes, were

sure to come true. The fortunate little princess was to grow up the

fairest woman in the world; to have a temper sweet as an angel; to be

perfectly graceful and gracious; to sing like a nightingale; to dance

like a leaf on a tree; and to possess every accomplishment under the

sun. Then the old fairy's turn came. Shaking her head spitefully, she

uttered the wish that when the baby grew up into a young lady, and

learned to spin, she might prick her finger with the spindle and die

of the wound.



At this terrible prophecy all the guests shuddered; and some of the

more tender-hearted began to weep. The lately happy parents were

almost out of their wits with grief. Upon which the wise young fairy

appeared from behind the tapestry, saying cheerfully Your majesties

may comfort yourselves; the princess shall not die. I have no power

to alter the ill-fortune just wished her by my ancient sister--her

finger must be pierced; and she shall then sink, not into the sleep of

death, but into a sleep that will last a hundred years. After that

time is ended, the son of a king will find her, awaken her, and marry

her.



Immediately all the fairies vanished.



The king, in the hope of avoiding his daughter's doom, issued an

edict, forbidding all persons to spin, and even to have

spinning-wheels in their houses, on pain of instant death. But it was

in vain. One day, when she was just fifteen years of age, the king and

queen left their daughter alone in one of their castles, when,

wandering about at her will, she came to an ancient donjon tower,

climbed to the top of it, and there found a very old woman--so old and

deaf that she had never heard of the king's edict--busy with her

wheel.



What are you doing, good old woman? said the princess.



I'm spinning, my pretty child.



Ah, how charming! Let me try if I can spin also.



She had no sooner taken up the spindle than, being lively and

obstinate, she handled it so awkwardly and carelessly that the point

pierced her finger. Though it was so small a wound, she fainted away

at once, and dropped silently down on the floor. The poor frightened

old woman called for help; shortly came the ladies in waiting, who

tried every means to restore their young mistress, but all their care

was useless. She lay, beautiful as an angel, the colour still

lingering in her lips and cheeks; her fair bosom softly stirred with

her breath: only her eyes were fast closed. When the king her father

and the queen her mother beheld her thus, they knew regret was



idle--all had happened as the cruel fairy meant. But they also knew

that their daughter would not sleep for ever, though after one hundred

years it was not likely they would either of them behold her

awakening. Until that happy hour should arrive, they determined to

leave her in repose. They sent away all the physicians and attendants,

and themselves sorrowfully laid her upon a bed of embroidery, in the

most elegant apartment of the palace. There she slept and looked like

a sleeping angel still.



When this misfortune happened, the kindly young fairy who had saved

the princess by changing her sleep of death into this sleep of a

hundred years, was twelve thousand leagues away in the kingdom of

Mataquin. But being informed of everything, she arrived speedily, in a

chariot of fire drawn by dragons. The king was somewhat startled by

the sight, but nevertheless went to the door of his palace, and, with

a mournful countenance, presented her his hand to descend.



The fairy condoled with his majesty, and approved of all he had done.

Then, being a fairy of great common sense and foresight, she suggested

that the princess, awakening after a hundred years in this ancient

castle, might be a good deal embarrassed, especially with a young

prince by her side, to find herself alone. Accordingly, without asking

any one's leave, she touched with her magic wand the entire population

of the palace--except the king and queen; governesses, ladies of

honour, waiting-maids, gentlemen ushers, cooks, kitchen-girls, pages,

footmen--down to the horses that were in the stables, and the grooms

that attended them, she touched each and all. Nay, with kind

consideration for the feelings of the princess, she even touched the

little fat lap-dog, Puffy, who had laid himself down beside his

mistress on her splendid bed. He, like all the rest, fell fast asleep

in a moment. The very spits that were before the kitchen-fire ceased

turning, and the fire itself went out, and everything became as silent

as if it were the middle of the night, or as if the palace were a

palace of the dead.



The king and queen--having kissed their daughter and wept over her a

little, but not much, she looked so sweet and content--departed from

the castle, giving orders that it was to be approached no more. The

command was unnecessary; for in one quarter of an hour there sprung up

around it a wood so thick and thorny that neither beasts nor men could

attempt to penetrate there. Above this dense mass of forest could only

be perceived the top of the high tower where the lovely princess

slept.



A great many changes happen in a hundred years. The king, who never

had a second child, died, and his throne passed into another royal

family. So entirely was the story of the poor princess forgotten, that

when the reigning king's son, being one day out hunting and stopped in

the chase by this formidable wood, inquired what wood it was and what

were those towers which he saw appearing out of the midst of it, no

one could answer him. At length an old peasant was found who

remembered having heard his grandfather say to his father, that in

this tower was a princess, beautiful as the day, who was doomed to

sleep there for one hundred years, until awakened by a king's son, her

destined bridegroom.



At this, the young prince, who had the spirit of a hero, determined to

find out the truth for himself. Spurred on by both generosity and

curiosity, he leaped from his horse and began to force his way through

the thick wood. To his amazement the stiff branches all gave way, and

the ugly thorns sheathed themselves of their own accord, and the

brambles buried themselves in the earth to let him pass. This done,

they closed behind him, allowing none of his suite to follow: but,

ardent and young, he went boldly on alone. The first thing he saw was

enough to smite him with fear. Bodies of men and horses lay extended

on the ground; but the men had faces, not death-white, but red as

peonies, and beside them were glasses half filled with wine, showing

that they had gone to sleep drinking. Next he entered a large court,

paved with marble, where stood rows of guards presenting arms, but

motionless as if cut out of stone; then he passed through many

chambers where gentlemen and ladies, all in the costume of the past

century, slept at their ease, some standing, some sitting. The pages

were lurking in corners, the ladies of honour were stooping over their

embroidery frames, or listening apparently with polite attention to

the gentlemen of the court, but all were as silent as statues and as

immoveable. Their clothes, strange to say, were fresh and new as ever:

and not a particle of dust or spider-web had gathered over the

furniture, though it had not known a broom for a hundred years.

Finally the astonished prince came to an inner chamber, where was the

fairest sight his eyes had ever beheld.



A young girl of wonderful beauty lay asleep on an embroidered bed, and

she looked as if she had only just closed her eyes. Trembling, the

prince approached and knelt beside her. Some say he kissed her, but as

nobody saw it, and she never told, we cannot be quite sure of the

fact. However, as the end of the enchantment had come, the princess

awakened at once, and looking at him with eyes of the tenderest

regard, said drowsily, Is it you, my prince? I have waited for you

very long.



Charmed with these words, and still more with the tone in which they

were uttered, the prince assured her that he loved her more than his

life. Nevertheless, he was the most embarrassed of the two; for,

thanks to the kind fairy, the princess had plenty of time to dream of

him during her century of slumber, while he had never even heard of

her till an hour before. For a long time did they sit conversing, and

yet had not said half enough. Their only interruption was the little

dog Puffy, who had awakened with his mistress, and now began to be

exceedingly jealous that the princess did not notice him as much as

she was wont to do.



Meantime all the attendants, whose enchantment was also broken, not

being in love, were ready to die of hunger after their fast of a

hundred years. A lady of honour ventured to intimate that dinner was

served; whereupon the prince handed his beloved princess at once to

the great hall. She did not wait to dress for dinner, being already

perfectly and magnificently attired, though in a fashion somewhat out

of date. However, her lover had the politeness not to notice this, nor

to remind her that she was dressed exactly like her royal grandmother,

whose portrait still hung on the palace walls.



During the banquet a concert took place by the attendant musicians,

and considering they had not touched their instruments for a century

they played extremely well. They ended with a wedding march: for that

very evening the marriage of the prince and princess was celebrated,

and though the bride was nearly one hundred years older than the

bridegroom, it is remarkable that the fact would never have been

discovered by any one unacquainted therewith.



After a few days they went together out of the castle and enchanted

wood, both of which immediately vanished, and were never more beheld

by mortal eyes. The princess was restored to her ancestral kingdom,

but it was not generally declared who she was, as during a hundred

years people had grown so very much cleverer that nobody then living

would ever have believed the story. So nothing was explained, and

nobody presumed to ask any questions about her, for ought not a prince

be able to marry whomsoever he pleases?



Nor--whether or not the day of fairies was over--did the princess ever

see anything further of her seven godmothers. She lived a long and

happy life, like any other ordinary woman, and died at length,

beloved, regretted, but, the prince being already no more, perfectly

contented.





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