The Princess Who Despised All Men
: The Diamond Fairy Book
By Charles Smith Cheltnam.
THERE was once a King and Queen who, having everything a King and Queen
could reasonably desire, might have been as happy as the day was
long--if they had only taken the right means for making the best of
their good fortune.
The King was a pattern of amiability, and, as to wisdom, could have held
his own in comparison with any crowned potentate on ear
h; but of the
Queen not half as much could be said in praise. As a girl, her beauty
had been renowned, and had brought to her Princes by the score as
wooers; but to their suits she had, as the phrase is, turned a deaf ear,
regarding men as creatures made wholly of ill qualities, and marriage
with them a debasement of herself in every sense; and it was not until
her father threatened to imprison her for the rest of her life in a town
built of steel and adamant, that she could be induced to accept a
The amiability of her spouse was often sorely tried by her constant
disparagement of men; but, being founded upon exceptional goodness of
character, he did not allow it to be overcome, and schooled himself to
bear with her fantastic ideas, rewarding himself for his leniency by
sometimes laughing in his sleeve at the more preposterous of her
A great many years passed without their having any family until, one
day, the Queen had a baby girl, and consoled herself by reflecting that
that, at least, was better than having a boy, "to grow up into a horrid
man," as she expressed herself.
It happened that, at the moment of the little Princess's birth, the
fairy Gaieia was passing the palace, and, as she had no particularly
pressing business on hand, slipped in, and, after congratulating the
Queen on the beauty of her offspring, constituted herself the infant's
god-mother--as was the fairy custom at that period--at the same time
laughingly predicting that she would prove to be "the joy of her
It hardly needs to be recorded that, with her very peculiar views as to
what a woman's conduct in life ought to be, the Queen did not permit her
daughter to receive instruction of any kind from anybody but herself;
the King, consequently, rarely saw his child, and knew nothing of the
character which had been made for her by her mother, rather than allowed
to come to her and develop itself in the natural order of things. In
this way the Princess Disdainana--so her mother had insisted on naming
her--was brought up until she had reached her seventeenth year. If the
youthful beauty of her mother had been renowned, that of the Princess
was celebrated far and near as being nothing less than marvellous, and a
hundred of the richest and handsomest Kings and Princes in the world
vied with each other in their endeavours to obtain her hand; but to not
one of them would she deign to listen even for a moment, regarding all
men as a sort of natural excrescence, whose only fitting place in the
world was in companionship with the horses and dogs, or, at most, as
ugly and repulsive creatures necessary for the performance of the most
unpleasant labours. It was on this account that she had become
universally known as "The Princess Who Despised All Men."
This state of things became, at last, a cause of extreme uneasiness to
the King. By the time she had arrived at a marriageable age, the fact
that he, too, was year by year growing older began to recur to his mind
with disquieting persistency; for, having no son to succeed him, he saw
that, if his daughter's disinclination to marry were maintained, his
dynasty was in danger of coming to an end--and that is a prospect which
no King can be expected to contemplate with equanimity.
One day, therefore, when the subject was worrying him very much, he sent
for his wife and daughter and explained to them the extreme discomforts
of the situation which had been brought about by the obduracy of the
"My daughter, I am happy to say, knows her duty to herself," replied
the Queen proudly.
The King was about to retort, "But she does not appear to know anything
whatever about her duty to her father;" but, as it was a rule of conduct
with him never to use that form of contradiction in any discussion he
had with his wife, he held his peace.
"Rather than become the wife of an ugly, coarse, bearded man, I would
die a hundred deaths!" cried the Princess vehemently.
As the last syllable left her lips, a gay laugh rippled through the air
of the room.
"May I ask what you find to laugh at in what my daughter has said?"
demanded the Queen of her husband, indignantly.
"Nothing whatever, my dear--and, consequently, I did not laugh," replied
the King mildly.
"What! Perhaps you will say that it was I who uttered that insolent
sound?" cried the Queen.
"Now I come to recall the fact, I don't think I ever heard you laugh, my
dear; but I am sure the voice that laughed a moment ago was not in the
least like yours," said the King.
"It was more like my daughter's, perhaps you will say?" remarked the
"Not in the least--I should imagine, for I never had the advantage of
hearing her laugh any more than yourself," replied the King.
Again the gay sound of a musical voice, laughing lightly, rang through
"Oh! This is too insulting!" cried the Queen. "Come with me, my
love--out of such an unendurable atmosphere of coarseness."
And, without deigning to listen to a word of remonstrance from the King,
she hurried the Princess back to her own apartment--followed by another
silvery peal of laughter.
The King was equally puzzled and vexed by the abrupt termination of what
he had hoped would have been a conference resulting in relief to himself
from pressing anxieties. Now--knowing his wife's absolute and unyielding
temper, and the complete control she exercised over her daughter--he
saw no way but one (that of using his extreme parental authority) to
bring the Princess to obedience; but that measure he was too
kind-hearted to resolve upon applying.
In the utmost perplexity of mind he had paced his study for several
minutes, without noticing that he was grasping in his right hand a
scroll of parchment. On becoming aware of this fact, he stopped suddenly
and gazed on the document with bewildered astonishment. It was
absolutely certain that he had never seen it before, that it was not in
his hand when the Queen and Princess quitted his presence, and that
nobody else had entered the room.
While he was thinking of all this, the gay laugh, which had been heard
three times before, rang through the study again, only more gaily than
ever--for a moment angering the King, though he was one of the most
placable of Sovereigns, and causing him to ferret in every possible
hiding-place in his study in search of the daring jester. But not a
trace of an intruder was discoverable. When he had perfectly assured
himself of this, he unfolded the mysteriously conveyed parchment.
The opening words of the document caused him to turn pale, and the sight
of the signature at the end of it sent a thrill of terror through his
frame. It was nothing less than a formal demand for the hand of the
Princess Disdainana, on the part of Kloxoxskin the Ninety-ninth--one of
the ugliest and most belligerent monarchs in the world--the document
being drawn in the form of an ultimatum, calling upon the King to give
his daughter to the said Kloxoxskin in marriage, within two hours of
the receipt of this demand, or, failing compliance therewith, to
surrender his throne to the said Kloxoxskin, who would, at the time
specified, come, supported by his invincible army of one million nine
hundred and ninety-nine veteran warriors, to receive the said King's
In his moments of worst apprehension, the King had never thought of
anything so terrible as this. He called his wife and daughter back to
him, and made them clearly understand the crisis that had come to him
and them; but though the Queen was inclined to save her share of the
throne by submission, the Princess declared that no consideration would
induce her to give herself to any man--to such a human monster as
Kloxoxskin least of all.
From that resolution her father tried to move her, but she was
inflexible against all his arguments and prayers; and when the two
hours' grace was spent, the King found himself in the presence of the
redoubtable Kloxoxskin the Ninety-ninth, a prisoner in his palace, and
wholly at the mercy of his all-powerful conqueror.
Realising the peril in which she stood, the Queen did her best to
persuade her daughter to submit to the inevitable; but the Princess
quickly silenced her by giving her back the arguments that had all her
life been used in the cultivation of her detestation of all men.
But though she had no misgiving as to her moral strength, the Princess
could not but contemplate with alarm the danger of a personal encounter
with King Kloxoxskin, so she determined to seek safety in flight and,
as soon as dusk came, contrived to slip unperceived from the palace into
a dense forest which grew at no great distance from the walls of her
For a long time she pressed farther and farther into the depths of the
forest, growing every moment more and more relieved from the
apprehension that she might be pursued.
Pausing at length to rest, she noticed that night had thoroughly set in,
and that it would be impossible for her to go any farther in the
darkness. At the same moment a terrible sound fell upon her ears--the
roaring of wild beasts of some kind, coming rapidly nearer and nearer.
For an instant her heart stood still, but she was not wanting in courage
or resource, and, observing that she was at the foot of a giant oak
tree, she lost not a moment in climbing to the shelter of its spreading
Choosing the securest position she could find, her alarm of the moment
subsided; but though she was greatly fatigued, the memory of the peril
from which she was endeavouring to escape, coupled with anxiety as to
the trials which might be awaiting her all night, prevented her from
going to sleep; and, when morning dawned, she prepared, tired and
hungry, to descend to the ground and continue her undefined journey.
But she found that climbing was a far easier matter than descending from
her place of refuge; for she now observed that the tree sent out, on
nearly all sides of its gnarled trunk, the remains of huge jagged and
lifeless branches, to avoid which would require a skill which she did
not possess. She had no choice, however, but to make an attempt to get
down, and had nearly succeeded in reaching the ground when, to her
consternation, the full skirt of her splendid dress caught upon an
enormous splinter, and held her hanging helpless some feet in the air,
all her efforts to free herself proving unavailing.
Hours passed by. The sunlight pierced some of the neighbouring
tree-tops; but the return of day brought her neither comfort nor the
hope of release, and she was giving way to the horrible idea that she
would have to endure all the torments of a lingering death, when she
heard the voice of a woodman, whistling on his way to his work, and
called to him.
The man came towards her out of the underwood.
"Assist me down," said the Princess, in her habitual tone of disdain.
"Not I," replied the woodman. "I recognise you: you are the Princess Who
Despises All Men! Ho! ho!--I'm a man, remember!"
That said, he went on his way, whistling cheerfully, leaving the
Princess to think, for a moment, that her rooted antipathy to men was
amply justified by the brutal conduct of this coarse and ugly wretch.
But the distress of her position became every moment more and more
acute, and, seeing that it was hopeless to anticipate the assistance of
any chance passer, she made one more effort to free herself, and by
exerting all her remaining strength, succeeded in tearing herself from
the offensive bough--at the cost of a great rent in her beautiful dress
and a fall, which left her for a few minutes lying insensible on the
ground at the foot of the tree.
After returning to consciousness, and sitting for a while to recover her
presence of mind, she rose and continued her blind way through the
forest, always hungry and many times faint with fatigue, all day long,
until once again she found the shades of evening closing about her.
Just before night had actually come, she reached a spot at which a party
of charcoal-burners were seated about a cheerful fire in front of their
hut, eating their supper of bread and potatoes, roasted in the embers
at their feet. The appetising scents of these well-cooked roots provoked
the starving Princess's hunger in an almost unendurable degree.
"Give me one of your potatoes," she said, still unable to modify the
disdainful tone of her voice.
"Not we!" replied the head charcoal-burner. "I recognise you: you are
the Princess Who Despises All Men! Ho! ho! We are men, remember!"
More than ever disgusted with men, the Princess wandered all night
through the forest, afraid to lie down, lest she might fall asleep and
become a prey to some prowling wild beast.
As the dawn of another day was becoming visible, she found herself on
the border of a meadow, and saw a young farmer drawing water from a well
for some horses which were waiting near him.
"Give me some of that water--I'm thirsty!" she said imperiously.
"Aha," said the young farmer, "I recognise you: you are the Princess Who
Despises All Men! If you want water, dig a well for yourself, as I have
had to do."
"Loathsome creatures, one and all!" the Princess said to herself, as she
turned away from the spot. "My good mother was right in teaching me to
She presently reached a more open part of the country, though she was
still near the forest through which she had passed, and, towards noon,
when she was almost overcome by the sun's heat, she came upon a rising
ground, whence she beheld, afar off, a great stretch of water, and, on
what seemed its most distant reach, an opalesque haze.
Then there suddenly came to her mind a story she had heard of the
existence of an island-kingdom peopled by women who, like herself, held
all men in disdain, and would never permit one of them to set foot where
they were. And she was overtaken by a burning desire to reach that
island, which she fancied must be hidden in the midst of the opalesque
haze on which she was gazing.
So she hurried on and on, sustained wholly by the intensity of her
desire, till she came upon the sea-shore--for the great water she had
looked upon was the wide ocean.
Alongside his boat, and busy with his nets, she found a fisherman, and
at once accosted him.
"Is yonder mist-enveloped island the kingdom of Diaphanosia?" she asked
"Yes," he answered.
"Then row me over to it in your boat," she said eagerly.
"Not I," he replied. "I recognise you: you are the Princess Who Despises
All men, and I am a man, you know. If you want a boat, make one for
yourself, as I had to do. Over there, in the forest, you will find
plenty of wood for your purpose, only you will have to cut it down."
To get out of the sun's burning rays, and to give herself time for
reflection, the Princess retired into the forest and sat down at the
foot of a hollow tree, by the side of which a rusty axe was lying, as
if it had been left there by some woodman and forgotten.
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Strange! A merry laugh came out of the thicket near to her; but though
she searched with her eyes in every direction she could discover nobody
who could have given it utterance.
Strange again! It flashed upon her mind that the mere expression of
disdain for men was wanting in force if it were not emphasised by the
demonstration of woman's power to do absolutely without them.
Upon the strength of this reasoning, she at once seized the axe, and
after many days of hard work, succeeded in felling the hollow tree and
giving to it something of the shape of a boat, in which, by the aid of a
roughly fashioned pair of oars, she rowed herself across to the
island-kingdom, where she hoped to find the realisation of all her
aspirations for a state of existence in which men were wholly ignored.
Not once or twice, but over and over again, she succeeded in reaching
the border of the opalesque haze in which the kingdom of Diaphanosia was
perpetually veiled; but she was as often beaten back by an irresistible
current which set towards the shore from which she had started.
On one of these fruitless voyages her strength utterly left her, and she
sank down in the bottom of her boat insensible, the oars dropping from
her nerveless hands and drifting away; so that, even if she had
immediately returned to consciousness, she would have found herself
helplessly at the mercy of the sea.
When she did recover from her state of insensibility, it was to
discover herself lying upon a mossy bank on the skirt of the forest, a
handsome and superbly dressed young man tending her with delicately
She did not attempt to rise or to speak; she thought she was sleeping
and dreaming--the only thing strange in her state of feeling being that
the near presence of a man provoked no sense of repugnance or
"Thank Heaven!" said the young gentleman, in a tone of intense relief,
as he saw her open her eyes. "For awhile I have been terribly afraid
that my efforts to rescue you had been unavailing."
Still held by the idea that she was dreaming, the Princess only
continued to look into his face without replying to his words.
"Rest here for a short time, and sleep if you can, while I watch over
you," he continued. "When you have become strong enough to travel, my
horse shall carry you to my father's palace, which stands not very far
from this spot: once there, my mother will be delighted to tend upon you
as if you were her own daughter."
"Take me to your kind mother," she said, rising, the soft tones of her
own voice sounding in her ears as if they came from the lips of some
other person than herself.
The handsome young Prince--for he was no less--blew a golden whistle
suspended to his neck by a jewelled chain, and in a few moments a
splendidly caparisoned horse came to him from out the forest.
Upon the back of this noble steed the Prince gallantly lifted his
beautiful charge, and taking the bridle on his hand, led him through the
forest openings, walking by the Princess's side and relating to her how,
while hunting, it had been his blest fortune to see her helpless
condition in her boat, and, by swimming out to her, rescue her at the
moment when her rude vessel was on the point of sinking with her beneath
She listened silently to all he said to her, filled with an inexplicable
sense of wonder at herself in finding that ever the voice of a man could
fall sympathetically on her ears! "I must be dreaming!" she said to
herself again and again.
At last, on reaching an eminence, the Prince pointed to a noble pile of
buildings on the outskirts of a great city, and said--something of
sadness coming into the tone of his voice:
"Yonder is my father's palace; we shall reach it in a very little
time--and then the happy privilege of these delightful moments will
cease to be mine, never to be renewed, perhaps."
All things about her seemed, at the sound of those words, to melt into a
roseate mist, carrying with them all sense of herself. Apart from her
will, unconsciously, she held out her hand to her preserver, who pressed
it to his lips with tender gratitude.
Clearly and with wonderful sweetness of intonation, the gay laugh which
had greeted her on so many eventful moments of her life once more rang
in the Princess's ears.
"Ah! I recognise it now!" she cried--"the sweet voice of my fairy
god-mother! Oh, wise and kind Gaieia, still be my guardian, as you have
ever been, and make me in the future all that I have failed to make
myself in the past!"
The laugh that answered her entreaty was as gay and sweet as ever, but
came from afar; for, in fact, the good fairy had sped away, having a
great deal still to do for her froward godchild, and that without delay:
amongst other things to make King Kloxoxskin immediately evacuate the
palace and dominions of the Princess's father, under the idea that he
was escaping from a great peril which would certainly have overwhelmed
him if he had persisted in forcing the Princess Disdainana to marry him.
More than that--a task much more difficult to accomplish--the merry
fairy had to overcome the prejudice of the Queen, whose obstinacy had
returned in full force as soon as she was once again able to exercise it
on the side of her anti-matrimonial fancies. But, as everybody knows,
nothing can permanently withstand the power and strategy of a good
fairy; so it came about--really as a matter of course--that, her
daughter having accepted for her husband the charming Prince who had
saved her life, the Queen consented to receive him as her son-in-law;
and it is a well-attested matter of history, that nobody ever heard her
utter a single word in dissent from her husband's freely-expressed
delight at the saving of his dynasty from what had, for awhile, seemed
its inevitable extinction.