The Adventures Of Florian

: The Firelight Fairy Book

[Illustration: Boy walking through forest following a small ball.]

Once upon a time there lived in an old and ruinous house by the shore of

the wild sea, a widowed nobleman and his only child, a daughter named

Isabella. They were very poor in spite of their high birth, so poor that

one by one the fields and woods of their little domain had been sold in

order to buy the bare necessities of life. Knowing t
at his death would

leave Isabella quite alone in the world and practically penniless, her

father brought her up more like a boy than a girl; she could ride a

horse as gracefully as an Amazon, she could swim like a born mermaid,

and even outdo her father in his favorite sport of fencing. Yet so sweet

was the gentle nature which the girl had inherited from her mother, that

this strange upbringing never spoiled her in the least.

Late one October evening, when the fierce gusts of wind from the sea

shook the old house to its very foundation and set the ragged tapestries

swaying on the walls, Isabella's father died, leaving her only the

ruinous house, a handful of copper pence, and a single golden florin.

The sum of money was enough to keep body and soul together for a few

weeks, but what was Isabella to do when the little pittance was gone?

Her father had once counseled her to go to the King and ask for his

protection; but the King's castle was hundreds of miles distant, and

Isabella shrank from begging or the highway.

At last the brave girl resolved to make her own way in the world. Taking

the golden florin with her, she went to a neighboring town, and

purchased a suit of clothes such as pages and squires wear who are in

the service of noblemen. She then caused her black hair to be cut short,

boy-fashion, put on the boy's clothes she had purchased, and went into

the market-place to see if she could not find a situation in the service

of some great family.

Now, it was the custom in those days for masters and servants to meet by

a fountain in the market-place, the masters who were in need of servants

standing on one side of the fountain, the servants who were in search of

masters on the other.

When Isabella came into the market-place, there was no one standing on

the masters' side of the fountain, but on the other side, ready for the

first master who should appear, was a little group of noisy and impudent

squires and pages. Isabella, or, as she now called herself, Florian,

strode boldly over and joined this group, her heart beating high with

the thrill of the great adventure.

Suddenly a black knight, mounted on a black horse and leading another

horse by the bridle, clattered over the cobble-stones of the square, and

taking his place by the fountain, called on the pages to come to him. In

spite of the horseman's summons, however, the pages paid no attention to

him at all. Curious to know the reason of this disdain, Florian

questioned a fellow page, and was told that the knight was no other than

the Enchanter of the Black Rock, and that no page or squire would take

service with him because his castle was haunted by goblins, ghosts, and

all manner of terrifying spirits.

Now, Florian was no coward, and, as the saying is, beggars cannot be

choosers. So, much to the astonishment of the pages, Florian walked over

to the Enchanter, who sat fuming with anger and impatience, and offered

to go with him. The Knight bade Florian mount the horse which he was

holding; and amid the cat-calls and hooting of the pages, master and boy

galloped away.

All day long they rode, and when it was near the end of the afternoon

Florian found himself at the edge of a wild and desolate moor. Within

the great circle of the horizon, under the pale sky, not a tree, not a

house, not a shepherd's hut even was to be seen--nothing but the great

barren waste rolling, rising and falling to the very edge of the world.

Lower and lower sank the sun; it grew cold, and a blue mist fell.

Twilight came, a green, mysterious twilight.

Suddenly, from a hillock of the moor, Florian beheld afar the enchanted

dwelling. A great sunken marsh lay before him, beginning at the foot of

the little hill and stretching away, league after league, till its

farther shore was hidden in the gathering darkness. The autumn wind

stirred the dead sedges at its brim, and though the dying twilight was

still gleaming in the sky, the great bog had caught little of its glow,

and lay full of coiling blue mists, pale quagmires, and islands of

mysterious darkness. A dreadful moaning cry, uttered by some demon of

the moor, sounded through the mist, chilling the blood in Florian's

veins; and as if in answer to the cry, thousands upon thousands of

will-o'-the-wisps appeared, darting and dancing. In the very heart of this

terrible marsh a great black rock uprose, and on this rock, its turrets

and battlements outlined against the burning face of the moon, stood the

castle. Ghostly lights, now green, now blue, flickered in its windows.

The Enchanter reined up his horse at the brink of the mire, and cried,--

"List! List!


Lend me your light."

Scarcely had the last word fallen from the Enchanter's mouth, when the

dancing witch-fires hurried toward him from all sides of the marsh. Soon

a pale road leading across the bog to the castle stood revealed, an

enchanted road which melted away behind the riders as smoke melts into

the winter air. To the very gates of his castle did the ghost-fires

accompany the Enchanter; then, rising swiftly high into the air, they

fled like startled birds, in every direction.

Doors opened of their own will, strange goblins and ghostly creatures

passed, and bright, whirling globes of fire fled hissing across the

castle courtyard. Just as they were about to enter the castle itself,

the Enchanter turned, and fastened his burning eyes on Florian.

"Boy," said he, "let nothing that you hear or see make you afraid. Be

assured that no power or spirit can harm you. There is only one demon in

the world whose power is greater than mine, and that is Fear himself. Be

brave, keep the doors of your heart locked against Fear; be faithful,

and you shall never have cause to regret your coming."

So Florian, who was by nature brave, felt ashamed of having allowed the

demon Fear to knock at the door of his heart, and resolved never to let

his courage fail, no matter what might happen. And true to this resolve

the lad remained during the years he spent in the service of the

Enchanter. At first, to be sure, he had to struggle to conquer his fear

of some of the goblins; but as time passed and no ghost or goblin ever

ventured to annoy him, he grew accustomed to their presences and ended

by paying no more attention to them than he paid to the great ravens who

flew croaking over the mire. So faithful and courageous was the little

page that, when his year was up, the Enchanter begged him to remain yet

another year, promising him rich rewards if he stayed. When this second

year was up, however, Florian felt a longing to see the world again, and

told the Enchanter that he must be going.

"Very well," said the Enchanter, who respected the courage of the brave

page, "thou shalt do as thou desirest. Thou art a brave and faithful

lad. Here is a purse of gold for thy wages, and here are three gifts to

reward thy courage and good-will." He opened a copper casket and took

forth a little golden bird with outstretched wings hanging from a fine

golden chain, a golden key, and a scarlet sphere marked with a band of

white. "This little bird," continued the Enchanter, "will protect you

from the spells of any sorcerer whose power is less than mine, and will

sing when you fare into hidden danger; this key will open every door in

the world; and should you ever lose your way, you have but to put this

sphere on the ground, and it will roll home of its own accord. Moreover,

if you are ever yourself in deadly peril, call upon me, and I will come

and help you."

So Florian thanked the Enchanter, and taking his gifts, went back into

the world again. But so gentle and kind was he that he soon gave away to

the unfortunate all the gold he had earned, and was forced to go in

search of another situation. At length he entered the service of the

King and Queen of the Twelve Towers.

This royal couple, who were renowned in Fairyland as much for their

goodness and generosity as for their wealth and magnificence, had but

one son, Prince Florizel. No braver or more gallant prince ever drew

breath. He had driven the dragon of the blue cavern out of his father's

kingdom; he had fought three wicked ogres one after the other, and

finished each one; he had delivered the diamond castle of a terrible

spell which lay upon it.

When Florian entered the service of the King and Queen, these excellent

parents were sending their son on a visit to his uncle, the Emperor of

the Plain, and Florian was ordered to join the gay company of lords and

ladies, knights and soldiers, who were to make the journey. According to

the gossip of the company, Prince Florizel was being sent to his uncle's

in the hope that he would fall in love with his uncle's ward, the

beautiful Princess Rosamond.

Now in some way or other, after the company had been a few days on the

road, Prince Florizel, who watched over the company as carefully as a

good captain does over his soldiers, became aware of the bravery,

trustworthiness, and modest bearing of Florian, the little page, and

promoted him to be his own personal squire. Alas! no sooner had he been

advanced, than Florian the little page, though remaining outwardly a

page, became at heart the runaway girl, Isabella. Though she fought as

hard as she could against her own heart, it was of little use, and she

knew herself to be deeply in love with the gallant Florizel. Yet she

suffered no word or sign of her affection to escape her, for Prince

Florizel thought her only a little page, and to speak would be to betray

the secret she had so long and successfully guarded.

One morning, as the cavalcade was riding through a charming country,

Florian, for so we must still continue to call Isabella, was following

close behind his master, when the Prince caught sight of a wonderful

scarlet flower, something like a scarlet lily, blooming by the roadside.

At the same moment, the little golden bird that Florian wore round his

neck sang a few clear notes as if it were alive.

"What a pretty flower!" said the Prince. "I must have it."

And he was about to dismount and pick the flower, when Florian spurred

on ahead of him, grasped the enchanted flower, and tossed it into a


"Fie, what a naughty page!" cried the lords and ladies.

The company rode on a few miles more, and suddenly the Prince caught

sight of a beautiful jeweled dagger lying in the highway. At the same

moment the little golden bird sang a few clear notes of warning.

"What a fine dagger!" cried the Prince, "I must have it."

And he was about to dismount and pick up the dagger, when Florian

spurred on ahead of him, seized the dagger, and tossed it into a ditch.

"Fie, what a naughty page!" cried the lords and ladies.

The company now rode on for a few miles more, and the Prince saw by the

roadside a beautiful enchanted garden. Birds of many colors sang in the

branches of the trees, fountains sparkled and danced in the sunlight,

and the sweetest of music was heard. At the same moment the golden bird

sang louder and longer than ever.

"What a beautiful garden!" cried the Prince. "Let us ride in and look


So Florian hurried to the Prince's side, and implored him not to enter,

saying that the garden was enchanted and that some harm would certainly

befall him.

At this, all the lords and ladies, who were a little jealous, perhaps,

that a page should know more than they, laughed at poor Florian, and

even Florizel smiled at him and said, "All that is only fancy, little

Florian," and dashed in through the garden gate. For a minute or so

nothing happened, and the first to enter mocked at Florian again; but

when the whole company had entered the garden, there was a clap of

thunder, and everybody except the Prince and Florian, who was protected

by the Enchanter's charm, was turned into stone. The echoes of the

thunder had hardly ceased rolling when two frightful demons with lions'

heads rushed towards them through the garden, seized the Prince, and

hurried him away. Florian was left alone in the garden. Night was fast


Now, the owner of the enchanted garden was a witch, who had a daughter

so frightfully ugly that even her mother's powerful magic could not make

her beautiful. In spite of her ugliness, however, the witch's daughter

considered herself quite beautiful, and was always importuning her

mother to invite to the castle princes whom she considered worthy of her

hand. So the old witch gave wonderful dances and parties, to which all

the eligible young kings and princes of the neighborhood were invited;

but just as soon as the witch's daughter appeared with a horrid smirk on

her ugly face, the young men were sure to make their excuses and ride


At length the old witch, who had just had a severe tongue-lashing from

her daughter for not punishing the Prince of Zagabondiga after that

prince had failed to ask her for a dance, could endure her daughter's

scolding no longer, and resolved to catch the first prince who came past

her garden, and force him, willy nilly, to accept her ugly daughter.

Into her trap poor Florizel had walked, and the witch, hoping to bend

him to her will by terrifying him, had thrown him into a deep dungeon.

The ugly daughter had immediately peeked through the key-hole of the

prison, and fallen in love with Florizel at first sight.

The witch was just considering what to do next, when her lion-headed

servitors informed her that one of the company had resisted her

enchantment, and was wandering about the garden. So the witch put on her

cloak of invisibility, and going down to the garden, found poor Florian

wandering disconsolately under the trees. She saw at once that it was

the little golden bird which had protected him from her magic; and being

afraid of the charm and yet unable to work the poor lad any harm while

the bird was in his possession, she decided to rid herself of Florian by

transporting her castle, gardens and all, over to the other side of the

world. So she uttered a spell, and everything disappeared.

When Florian woke the next morning, and found that the castle was gone,

his heart sank. Nevertheless, he did not despair, but taking from his

pocket the little scarlet ball which his master the Enchanter had given

him, he put it on the ground, and bade it guide him back to the

Enchanted Garden.

The little ball immediately began rolling ahead at Florian's own pace;

at night it glowed with a scarlet fire. Day after day, month after

month, the scarlet ball rolled on; it led Florian over hill and down

dale, through the land of the men who have only one eye, through the

country of the dwarfs, and the valley of the talking trees, never

stopping till it reached the gate of the witch's garden.

A year, meanwhile, had gone by, and during that year the witch had done

everything she could to induce Prince Florizel to accept her ugly

daughter. First she had tried frightening him, then she had tried to win

him by giving splendid fetes, then she had tried terrifying him again;

but as the Prince was neither to be terrified nor cajoled, she came to

her wits' end. Finally she told the Prince that, if he were not willing

to accept her daughter in marriage on the very next day, she would turn

him into a hare and set her dogs upon him. The Prince made no answer to

her terrible threat, and the witch went ahead and made preparation for

the grandest of weddings. On that night, Florian arrived at the garden.

When it was very late, and the moon, which was a quarter full, had

disappeared behind a bank of clouds, Florian crept unobserved to the

door of Florizel's prison; for the witch had locked him up so securely

that she had not taken the trouble to find a watchman. Alas! the poor

Prince lay at the top of a high tower, and twenty different doors, each

one opened by a different key, stood between him and the ground.

But Florian was not to be daunted, and drawing from his bosom the key

which the Enchanter had given him, he opened one door after the other

till he arrived in the cell occupied by the Prince.

The poor Prince lay chained on a bed of straw, trying to read a book by

the light of a single candle. He was very unhappy, for he had resolved

to let himself be torn in pieces rather than marry the ugly witch

maiden. You may be sure he was glad to see Florian.

"Dear Florian," said the unhappy Prince, "if I had only obeyed your

counsel, all would have been well." And he begged Florian to tell him

where he had been all the long year.

So Florian told the Prince of his adventures.

Now, the chains which the Prince wore were riveted cruelly upon him, and

since there was no lock to them, the magic key was of no avail. At

length, however, Florizel managed to work them off; but in doing so, he

injured his foot, and found to his dismay that he could only limp along.

Little by little the freshened air and the stir of leaves began to

foretell the coming of the dawn. Finally, just as the dawn-star began to

pale, Florizel and Florian hurried out of the prison through the twenty

doors, and fled to the highroad.

But they had traveled only a few miles, when the wicked witch discovered

Florizel's flight, and, dreadfully enraged, commanded that her dragon

car be got ready in order that she might go in pursuit of him. So the

car was brought forth, and into it the witch leaped, and mounted into

the sky. Hearing the hissing and roaring of the dragons in the air,

Florian and Florizel tried to hide under some trees; but the witch

instantly saw them, and pronounced a spell to turn them into hares. But

though the hate of the witch was quick, the woman's heart of Isabella

was quicker, and sacrificing herself for the man she loved, she threw

the chain and the golden bird over the Prince's head. An instant later

she had turned into a little gray hare crouching at Florizel's feet. At

the same moment, the cruel witch, who had arrived at her castle, let

loose her pack of fierce hunting dogs, who soon took up the trail of the

hare and came bounding toward her in full cry.

The poor Prince picked up the hare and hobbled forward as fast as he

could go, forgetting the dreadful pain it caused him; but the dogs were

running a hundred times faster than he. Nearer and nearer came the pack,

their red tongues lolling from their black throats. By good fortune,

just as the leader of the pack was not more than fifty feet away,

Isabella had wit enough to remember the promise which the Enchanter had

made her, and called upon him. Immediately a strong glass wall, as high

as a castle tower, shot up from the ground behind Isabella and the

Prince; and the pack, hurrying forward, found themselves baulked of

their prey. Snarling and yelling, they threw themselves against the

magic wall; but in vain.

In another instant, the Enchanter himself stood before them, and

touching the hare with his wand, restored Isabella to her human form.

She still wore the garments of Florian, however, and the Prince still

thought her a boy.

Suddenly a shadow fell on the ground near them, and looking up, all

beheld the wicked witch and her ugly daughter, who had ridden out in the

dragon car to enjoy Florizel's cruel death. The Enchanter immediately

caused the dragon car to vanish, and the witch and her daughter fell

tumbling through the air into a pond, and were changed into ugly little

fishes. Then the Enchanter carried Florizel and Florian back to the

witch's castle, where they found the tables spread and the dinner being

prepared which was to celebrate the wedding of Florizel and the witch's

daughter. Last of all, he released Florizel's company from the witch's


Now, one of the ladies, when she heard how the witch had tried to match

Florizel with her daughter, and saw the preparations for the wedding,

told the Prince that it was a pity that the Princess Rosamond were not

at hand, so that there might be a wedding after all.

"A wedding? No," said Florizel, "not till I have found a wife who shall

have proved herself as faithful and true as little Florian."

"She is already here," said the Enchanter. And he touched Florian with

his wand.

Immediately there was a flash of flame, and out of it, Florian no

longer, but her own self, appeared Isabella. Her hair had grown long

again, and the Enchanter had clad her in the most magnificent of gowns.

Never was there a lovelier girl to be seen on earth. You may be sure

that the Prince stepped forward, took her by the hand, and claimed her

for his bride.

Soon the parents of Florizel, who had been summoned by the Enchanter,

arrived, and there was a wedding after all. When the merrymaking was

over, the Enchanter went back to his castle on the Black Rock, while

Florizel and Isabella returned to their own country, and lived there

happily to a good old age.