 Chapter 24 The Seven Doves He who gives pleasure meets with it. Kindness is the bond of friendship and the hook of love. He who sows not, reaps not, of which truth Tuaula has given you the foretaste of example, and I will give you the dessert, if you will bear in mind what Kato says. Speak little at table. Therefore have the kindness to lend me your ears awhile, and may heaven cause them to stretch continually, to listen to pleasant and amusing things. There was once in the country of Arzano a good woman who every year gave birth to a son, and to that length there were seven of them who looked like the pipes of the god Pan, with seven reeds, one larger than another. And when they had changed their first teeth, they said to Yanatella their mother, How keen, mother, if after so many sons, you do not this time have a daughter, we are resolved to leave home and go wandering through the world like the sons of the black birds. When their mother heard this sad announcement, she prayed heaven to remove such an intention from her sons, and prevent her losing seven such jewels as they were. And when the hour of the birth was at hand, the son said to Yanatella, We will retire to the top of yonder hill, or rock opposite, if you give birth to a son, put an ink stand and a pen up at the window, but if you have a little girl, put up a spoon and a disc staff, for if we see the signal of a daughter, we shall return home and spend the rest of our lives under your wings. But if we see the signal of a son, then forget us, for you may know that we have taken ourselves off. Soon after the sons had departed, pleased heaven that Yanatella should bring forth a pretty little daughter. Then she told the nurse to make the signal to the brothers. But the woman was so stupid and confused, that she put up the ink stand and the pen. As soon as the seven brothers saw the signal, they set off, and walked on and on, until at the end of three years they came to a wood, where the trees were performing the sword dance to the sound of a river which made music upon the stones. In this wood was the house of an ogre, whose eyes, having been blinded whilst asleep by a woman, he was such an enemy to the sex that he devoured all whom he could catch. When the youths arrived at the ogre's house, tired out with walking and exhausted with hunger, they begged him for pity's sake to give them a morsel of bread. And the ogre replied that if they would serve him he would give them food, and they would have nothing else to do but to watch over him like a dog, each in turn for a day. The youths, upon hearing this, thought they had found father and mother, so they consented and remained in the service of the ogre, who, having gotten their names by heart, called once for Giangrasio, at another time for Chiquitielo, now for Pascale, now Pesillo, and now Carcavecchia, for so the brothers were named. And giving them a room in the lower part of the house he allowed them enough to live upon. Meanwhile their sister had grown up, and hearing that her seven brothers, owing to the stupidity of the nurse, had set out to walk through the world and that no tidings of them had ever been received, she took it into her head to go in search of them, and she bathed and prayed her mother so long that at last overcome by her entreaties she gave her leave to go, and dressed her like a pilgrim. Then the maiden walked and walked, asking at every place she came to whether anyone had seen seven brothers, and thus she journeyed on, until at length she got news of them at an inn, where having inquired the way to the wood one morning, at the hour when the son with the penknife of his rays scratches out the ink spots made by night upon the sheet of heaven. She arrived at the ogre's house, where she was recognized by her brothers with great joy, who cursed the ink stand and the pen for writing falsely such misfortune for them. Then giving her a thousand curises, they told her to remain quiet in their chamber, that the ogre might not see her, bidding her at the same time give a portion of whatever she had to eat to a cat which was in the room, or otherwise she would do her some harm. Giana, for so the sister was named, wrote down this advice in the pocketbook of her heart, and shared everything with the cat, like a good companion, always cutting justly and saying, this for me, this for thee, this for the daughter of the king, giving the cat a share to the last morsel. Now it happened one day that the brothers, going to hunt for the ogre, left Giana a little basket of chickpeas to cook, and as she was picking them, by ill luck she found among them a hazelnut, which was the stone of disturbance to her quiet, for having swallowed it without giving half to the cat, the latter out of spite jumped on the table and blew out the candle. Giana, seeing this and not knowing what to do, left the room, contrary to the commander for brothers, and going into the ogre's chamber, begged him for a little light. Then the ogre, hearing a woman's voice said, welcome madam, wait a while, you have found what you are seeking. And so saying, he took a Genoa stone, and dobbling it with oil, he fell to wetting his tusks. But Giana, who saw the cart on a wrong track, seizing a lighted stick, ran to her chamber, and bolting the door inside, she placed against it bars, stools, bedsteads, tables, stones, and everything there was in the room. As soon as the ogre had put an age on his teeth, he ran to the chamber of the brothers, and finding the door fastened, he fell to kicking it to break it open. At this noise and disturbance, the seven brothers at once came home, and hearing themselves accused by the ogre of treachery from making their chamber a refuge for one of his women enemies, Giangrasio, who was the eldest and had more sense than the others, and saw matters going badly, said to the ogre, we know nothing of this affair, and it may be that this wicked woman has for chance come into the room whilst we were at the chase. But as she has fortified herself inside, come with me, and I will take you to a place where we can seize her without her being able to defend herself. Then they took the ogre by the hand, and led him to a deep, deep pit, where, giving him a push, they sent him headlong to the bottom, and taking a shovel which they found on the ground, they covered him with earth. Then they bade their sister unfasten the door, and they raided her soundly for the fort she had committed, and the danger in which she had placed herself, telling her to be more careful in the future, and to beware of plucking grass upon the spot where the ogre was buried, or they would be turned into seven doves. Heaven keep me from bringing such a misfortune upon you, replied Gianna. So taking possession of all the ogre's goods and chattels, and making themselves masters of the whole house, they lived there merrily enough, waiting until winter should pass away, and the sun on taking possession of the house of the bull, give a present to the earth of a green gown embroidered with flowers, when they might set out on their journey home. Now it happened one day when the brothers were gone to the mountains to get firewood to defend themselves against the cold, which increased from day to day, that the poor pilgrim came to the ogre's wood, and made faces at an ape that was perched up in a pine tree, whereupon the ape threw down one of the fir apples from the tree upon the man's peat, which made such a terrible bump that the poor fellow set up a loud cry. Gianna, hearing the noise, went out, and taking pity on his disaster, she quickly plucked a sprig of rosemary from a tuft which grew upon the ogre's grave. Then she made him a plaster of it with boiled bread and salt, and after giving the man some breakfast she sent him away. What's Gianna was laying the cloth and expecting her brothers? Lo, she saw seven doves conflying who said to her, Ah, better that your hand had been cut off, you cause of all our misfortune, ear plucked at a cursed rosemary, and brought such a calamity upon us. Have you eaten the brains of a cato, sister, that you have driven our advice from your mind? Behold us, turned to birds, a prairie to the talons of kites, hawks, and falcons. Behold us, made companions of water hens, knives, goldfinches, woodpeckers, jays, owls, magpies, jackdaws, rocks, starlings, woodcocks, cocks, hens, and chickens, turkey cocks, blackbirds, thrushes, chaffinches, tomtits, geni-rens, lapwings, lunettes, greenfinches, cross-bills, flycatchers, larks, plovers, kingfishes, wagtails, red breasts, red finches, sparrows, ducks, fieldfares, woodpitches, and bullfinches. A rare thing you have done. Now we may return to our country to find nets laid and twigs lined for us. To heal the head of a pilgrim, you have broken the heads of seven brothers. Nor is there any help for our misfortune, unless you find the mother of time who will tell you the way to get us out of trouble. Tiana, looking like a plucked quail at the fault she had committed, begged pardon of her brothers, and offered to go round the world until she should find the dwelling of the old woman. Then praying them not to stir from the house until she returned, lest any ill should betide them, she set out and journeyed on and on without ever tiring, and though she went on foot, her desire to aid her brothers served her as a sumter mule, with which she made three miles an hour. At last she came to the seashore, with the blows of the waves, the sea was banging the rocks which would not repeat the Latin it gave them to do. Here she saw a huge whale who said to her, My pretty maiden, what go you seeking? And she replied, I am seeking the dwelling of the mother of time. Here then what you must do, replied the whale, go straight along this shore, and on coming to the first river, follow it up to its source, and you will meet with someone who will show you the way. But do me one kindness, when you find the good old woman, beg of her the favour to tell me some means by which I may swim about safely, without so often knocking upon the rocks and being thrown on the sands. Trust to me, said Chiana, then thanking the whale for pointing out the way, she set off walking along the shore, and after a long journey she came to the river, which like a clerk of the treasury was dispersing silver money into the bank of the sea. Then taking the way up to its source, she arrived at a beautiful open country, where the meadow vied with the heaven, displaying her green mantles starved over with flowers. And there she met a mouse who said to her, Where are you going, thus alone, my pretty girl? And Chiana replied, I am seeking the mother of time. You have a long way to go, said the mouse. But do not lose heart, everything has an end. Walk on therefore toward your mountains, which, like the free lords of these fields, assume the title of highness, and you will soon have more news of what you are seeking. But do me one favour, when you arrive at the house you wish to find, get the good old woman to tell you what you can do to rid us of the tyranny of the cats, then command me and I am your slave. Chiana, after promising to do the mouse this kindness, set off towards the mountains, which, although they appeared to be close at hand, seemed never to be reached. But having come to them at length, she sat down tied out upon a stone, and there she saw an army of ants carrying a large store of grain, one of whom turning to Chiana said, Who art thou, whither art thou going? And Chiana, who is courteous to everyone, said to her, I am an unhappy girl, who, for a matter that concerns me, am seeking the dwelling of the mother of time. Go on, father, said the ant, and where these mountains open into a large plain, you will obtain more news. But do me a great favour, get the secret from the old woman, what we ants can do to live a little longer, for it seems to me a folly in worldly affairs to be heaping up such a large store of food for so short a life, which, like an auctioneer's candle, goes out just at the best bidding of years. Be at ease, said Chiana, I will return the kindness you have shown me. Then she passed the mountains and arrived at a wide plain, and proceeding a little way over it, she came to a large oak tree, a memorial of antiquity, whose fruit, a mouthful which time gives to this bitter age of its lost sweetness, tasted like sweetmeats to the maiden, who was satisfied with little. Then the oak, making lips of its bark and a tongue of its pith, said to Chiana, whither are you going so sad, my little daughter? Come and rest under my shade. Chiana thanked him much, but excused herself, saying that she was going in haste to find the mother of time, and when the oak heard this, he replied, you are not far from her dwelling, for before you have gone another day's journey, you will see upon a mountain a house in which you will find her whom you seek. But if you have as much kindness as beauty, I pretty learn for me what I can do to regain my lost honour, for instead of being food for great men, I am now only made the food of hogs. Leave that to me, replied Chiana, I will take care to serve you. So saying she departed, and walking on and on without ever resting, she came at length to the foot of an impertinent mountain, which was poking its head into the face of the clouds. There she found an old man, who, weary and way-worn, had lain down upon some hay, and as soon as he saw Chiana, he knew her at once, and that it was she who had cured his bump. When the old man heard what she was seeking, he told her that he was carrying to time the rent for the piece of earth which he had cultivated, and that time was a tyrant who usurped everything in the world, cleaning tribute from all, and especially from people of his age, and he added that, having received kindness from Chiana, he would now return it a hundredfold by giving her some good information about her arrival at the mountain, and that he was sorry he could not accompany her thither, since his old age, which was condemned rather to go down than up, obliged him to remain at the foot of those mountains, to cast up accounts with the clerks of time, which are the labours, the sufferings, and the infirmities of life, and to pay the debt of nature. So the old man said to her, Now, my pretty innocent child, listen to me, you must know that on the top of this mountain you'll find a ruined house, which was built long ago, time out of mind. The walls are cracked, the foundations crumbling away, the doors worm-eaten, the furniture all worn out, and, in short, everything is gone to rack and ruin. On one side a scene shattered columns on another broken statues, and nothing is left in a good state except a coat of arms over the door, quartered on which you will see a serpent biting its tail, a stag, a raven, and a phoenix. When you enter you will see on the ground fowls, sores, scythes, sickles, pruning hooks, and hundreds and hundreds of vessels full of ashes, with the names written on them, like galapods in an apothecary shop, and there may be red Corinth, Sargentum, Carthage, Troy, and a thousand other cities, the ashes of which time preserved as trophies of his conquests. When you come near the house, hide yourself until time goes out, and as soon as he has gone forth, enter, and you will find an old, old woman with a beard that touches the ground, and a hump reaching to the sky. Her hair, like the tail of a dappled gray horse, covers her heels. Her face looks like a plattered collar with the folds stiffened by the starch of years. The old woman is seated upon a clock, which is fastened to a wall, and her eyebrows are so large that they overshadow her eyes, so that she will not be able to see you. As soon as you enter, quickly take the weights off the clock, then call to the old woman, and beg her to answer your questions. Whereupon she will instantly call her son to come and eat you up. But the clock upon which the old woman sits, having lost its weights, her son cannot move, and she will therefore be obliged to tell you what you wish. But do not trust any oath she may make, unless she swears by the wings of her son, and you will be content. So, saying, the poor old man fell down and crumbled away, like a dead body brought from a catacomb to the light of day. Then she Anna took the ashes, and mixing them with a pint of tears, she made a grave and buried them, praying heaven to grant them quiet and repose, and ascending the mountain till she was quite out of breath, she waited until time came out, who was an old man with a long, long beard, and who wore a very old cloak covered with slips of paper, on which were worked the names of various people. He had large wings and ran so fast that he was out of sight in an instant. When Shiana entered the house of his mother, she started with a fright at the sight of that black old chip, and instantly seizing the weights of the clock, she told what she wanted to the old woman, who, setting up a loud cry, called to her son. But Shiana said to her, you may butt your head against the wall as long as you like, for you will not see your son once I hold these clock weights. Thereupon the old woman, seeing herself foiled, began to coax Shiana, saying, let go of them, my dear, and do not stop my son's course, for no man living has ever done that. Let go of them and may heaven preserve you, for I promise you, by the acid of my son, with which he corrode everything that I will do you no harm. That's time lost, Aunt Shiana. You must say something better if you would have me quit my hold. I swear to you by those teeth which gnaw all mortal things that I will tell you all you desire. That is all nothing, Aunt Shiana, for I know you are deceiving me. Well then, said the old woman, I swear to you by those wings which fly over all that I will give you more pleasure than you imagine. Thereupon Shiana, letting go the weights, kissed the old woman's hand, which had a mouldy feel and a nasty smell. And the old woman, seeing the courtesy of the damsel, said to her, hide yourself behind this door, and when time comes home, I will make him tell me all you wish to know. And as soon as he goes out again, for he never stays quiet in one place, you can depart. But do not let yourself be heard or seen, for he is such a glutton that he does not spare even his own children. And when all fails, he devours himself then springs up anew. Shiana did, as the old woman told her, and lo, soon after time came flying quick, quick, high in light, and having ignored whatever came to hand, down to the very mouldiness upon the walls, he was about to depart, when his mother told him all she had heard from Shiana, beseeching him by the milk she had given him, to answer exactly all her questions. After a thousand entreaties her son replied, to the tree may be answered, that it can never be prized by men, so long as it keeps treasures buried under its roots, to the mice, that they will never be safe from the cat, unless they tie a bell to her leg, to tell them when she is coming. To the ants, that they will live a hundred years if they can dispense with flying, but when the ant is going to die she puts on wings. To the whale, that it should be of good cheer, and make friends with the sea mouse, who will serve him as a guide, so that he will never go wrong. And to the doves, that when they alight on the column of wealth, they will return to their former state. So saying, time set out to run his accustomed post, and Shiana, taking leave of the old woman, descended to the foot of the mountain, just at the very time that the seven doves, who had followed their sister's footsteps, arrived there. We're worried with flying so far, they stopped to rest upon the horn of a dead ox, and no sooner had they alighted than they were changed into handsome youths, as they were at first. But while they were marveling at this, they heard the reply which time had given, and saw it once that the horn, as the symbol of plenty, was the column of wealth of which time had spoken. Then embracing their sister with great joy, they all set out on the same road by which Shiana had come. And when they came to the oak tree, and told it what Shiana had heard from time, the tree begged them to take away the treasure from its roots, since it was the cause why its acorns had lost the reputation. There upon the seven brothers, taking a spade which they found in a garden, dug and dug, until they came to a great heap of gold money, which they divided into eight parts, and shared among themselves and their sister, so that they might carry it away conveniently. But being weary with the journey and the load, they laid themselves down to sleep under a hedge. Presently a band of robbers coming by and seeing the poor fellows asleep, with their heads upon the cloth falls of money, bound them hand and foot to some trees, and took away their money, leaving them to bewail not only their wealth, which had slipped through their fingers as soon as found, but their life, for being without hope of succor, they were in peril of either soon dying of hunger, or laying the hunger of some wild beast. As they were lamenting their unhappy lot, up came the mouse, who as soon as she heard their reply which time had given, in return for the good service, nibbled the cords with which they were bound and set them free. And having gone a little way farther, they met on the road the aunt, who when she heard the advice of time, asked Gianna what was the matter that she was so pale-faced and cast down. And when Gianna told her their misfortune, and the trip which the robbers had played them, the aunt replied, Be quiet. I can now require the kindness you have done me. You must know that whilst I was carrying a load of grain underground, I saw a place where these dogs of assassins hide their plunder. They have made some holes under an old building, in which they shut up all the things they have stolen. They have just now gone out for some new robbery, and I will go with you and show you the place, so that you may recover your money. So saying, she took the way towards some tumbled down houses, and showed the seven brothers the mouth of the pit, where upon Giangrasio, who was bolder than the rest, entering it, found there all the money of which they had been robbed. Then taking it with them they set out, and walked towards the seashore, where they found the whale, and told him the good advice which time, who is the father of counsel, had given them. And whilst they stood talking of their journey, and all that had befallen them, they saw the robbers suddenly appear, armed to the teeth, who had followed in their footsteps. At this sight they exclaimed, Alas, alas, we are now wholly lost, for here come the robbers armed, and they will not leave the skin on our bodies. Fear not, replied the whale, for I can save you out of the fire, and will thus be quite the love you have shown me. So get upon my back, and I will quickly carry you to a place of safety. Gianna and her brothers, seeing the fur at their heels and the water up to their throats, climbed upon the whale, who, keeping far off from the rocks, carried them to within sight of Naples. But being afraid to land them on account of the shoals and shallows, he said, Where would you like me to land you, on the shore of Amalfi? And Giangrasio answered, See whether that cannot be avoided, my dear fish, and do not wish to land at any place here about, for at Massa they say barely good day, at Sorrento thieves are plenty, at Vico they say you may go your way, at Castalamaro no one says how are ye. Then the whale to please them, turned about and went toward the salt rock, where he left them, and they got put on shore by the first fishing boat that passed. Thereupon they returned to their own country, safe and sound and rich, to the great joy and consolation of their mother and father, and thanks to the goodness of Gianna they enjoyed a happy life, verifying the old saying, Do good whenever you can, and forget it. End of Chapter 24 Chapter 25 of Stories from Pantamerone This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Joy Chan Stories from Pantamerone by Giampattista Pacire Chapter 25 The Raven It is truly a great proverb, rather a crooked sight than a crooked judgment, but it is so difficult to adopt it that the judgment of few men hits the nail on the head. On the contrary in the sea of human affairs the greater part are fishes in smooth waters who catch crabs, and he who thinks to take the most exact measure of the object at which he aims often shoots widest of the mark. The consequence of this is that all are running pell-mell, all twirling in the dark, all thinking crookedly, all acting child's play, all judging at random, and with a half hazard blow of foolish resolution, bringing upon themselves a bitter repentance, as was the case with the King of Shady Grove, and you shall hear how it fared with him, if you summon me within the circle of modesty, with the bell of courtesy, and give me a little attention. It is said that there was once a King of Shady Grove named Miluccio, who was so devoted to the chase that he neglected the needful affairs of his state and household, to follow the track of a hair or the flight of a thrush, and he pursued this road so far, that chance one day led him to a thicket, which had formed a solid square of earth and trees, to prevent the horses of the sun from breaking through. There, upon a most beautiful marble stone, he found a raven which had just been killed. The King, seeing the bright red blood, sprinkled upon the white, white marble, heaved a deep sign exclaimed, O heavens, and cannot I have a wife as white and red as this stone, and with hair and eyebrows as black as the feathers of this raven. And he stood for a while so buried in this thought, that he became a counterpart to the stone, and looked like a marble image making love to the other marble. And this unhappy fancy fixing itself in his head, as he searched for it everywhere with the landthorn of desire, it grew in four seconds, from a pictooth to a pole, from a crab-apple to an Indian pumpkin, from barber's embers to a glass furnace, and from a dwarf to a giant, in so much that he thought of nothing else than the image of that object encrusted in his heart as stone to stone. Wherever he turned his eyes, that form was always presented to him, which he carried in his breast, and forgetting all besides, he had nothing but that marble in his head. In short, he became in a manner so worn away upon the stone, that he was at last as thin as the edge of a pen-knife, and this marble was a millstone which crushed his life, a slab of porphyry upon which the colors of his days were ground and mixed, a tinder-box which set fire to the brimstone match of his soul, a lodestone which attracted him, and lastly a rolling stone which could never rest. At length his brother Janariello, seeing him so pale and half-dead, said to him, my brother, what has happened to you that you carry grief lodged in your eyes, and despair sitting under the pale banner of your face? What has befallen you? Speak, open your heart to your brother. The smell of charcoal shut up in a chamber poisons people. Powder pent up in a mountain blows it into the air. Open your lips, therefore, and tell me what is the matter with you. At all events, be assured that I would lay down a thousand lies if I could to help you. Then Milutio, mingling words and sighs, thanked him for his love, saying that he had no doubt of his affection, but that there was no remedy for his ill since it sprang from a stone, where he had sown desires without hope of fruit, a stone from which he did not expect a mushroom of content, a stone of Sisyphus which he bore to the mountain of designs, and when it reached the top rolled over and over to the bottom. At length, however, after a thousand entreaties, Milutio told his brother all about his love, where Panjanariello comforted him as much as he could, and bade him be of good cheer, and not give way to an unhappy passion, for that he was resolved in order to satisfy him, to go all the world over until he found a woman, the counterpart of the stone. Then instantly fitting out a large ship filled with merchandise, and dressing himself like a merchant, he sailed for Venice, the wonder of Italy, the receptacle of virtuous men, the great book of the marvels of art and nature, and having procured there a safe conduct to pass to the Levant, he set sail for Cairo. When he arrived there and entered the city, he saw a man who was carrying a most beautiful falcon, and Genariello at once purchased it to take to his brother, who was a sportsman. Soon afterwards he met another man with a splendid horse, which he also bought, whereupon he went to an inn to refresh himself after the fatigues he had suffered at sea. The following morning when the army of the star, at the command of the general of the light, strikes the tents in the camp of the sky and abandons the post. Genariello set out to wander through the city, having his eyes about him like a lynx, looking at this woman and that, to see whether by chance he could find the likeness to a stone upon a face of flesh. And as he was wandering about at random, turning continually to this side and that, like a thief in fear of the constables, he met a beggar carrying a hospital of plasters, and a mountain of rags upon his back, who said to him, my gallant sir, what makes you so frightened? Have I forsoothed to tell you my affairs? answered Genariello. Faith, I should do well to tell my reasons to the constable. Softly, my fair youth, replied the beggar, for the flesh of man is not sold by weight. If Darius had not told his troubles to a groom, he would not have become king of Persia. It will be no great matter therefore for you to tell your affairs to a poor beggar, for there is not a twig so slender, but it may serve for a toothpick. When Genariello heard the poor man talking sensibly and with reason, he told him the cause that had brought him to that country. We're upon the beggar replied, see now, my son, how necessary it is to make account of every one, for though I am only a heap of rubbish, yet I shall be able to enrich the garden of your hopes. Now listen, under the pretext of begging alms, I will knock at the door of the young and beautiful daughter of a magician. Then open your eyes wide, look at her, contemplate her, regard her, measure her from head to foot, for you will find the image of her whom your brother desires. So saying, he knocked at the door of a house close by, and Liviello opening it through him a piece of bread. As soon as Genariello saw her, she seemed to him built after the model which Melucio had given him. Then he gave a good alms to the beggar and sent him away, and going to the inn he dressed himself like a peddler, carrying in two caskets all the wealth of the world, and thus he walked up and down before Liviello's house, carrying his wares, and to that length she called him, and took a view of the beautiful neckcaps, hoods, ribbons, gore, edgings, lace, handkerchiefs, collars, needles, cups of rouge, and headgear fit for queen, which he carried. And when she had examined all the things again and again, she told him to show her something else. And Genariello answered, My lady, in these caskets I have only cheap and poultry wares, but if you ordain to come to my ship, I will show you things of the other world, but I have there a host of beautiful goods worthy of any great lord. Liviello, who was full of curiosity, not to belie the nature of her sex, replied, If my father indeed were not out, he would have given me some money. Nay, you can come all the better if he is out, replied Genariello, for perhaps he might not allow you the pleasure. And I'll promise to show you such splendid things as will make you rave, such necklaces and earrings, such bracelets and sashes, such workmanship in paper. In short, I will perfectly astound you. When Liviello heard all this display of finery, she called a gossip of hers to accompany her, and went to the ship. But no sooner had she embarked than Genariello whilst keeping her enchanted with the sight of all the beautiful things he had brought, craftily ordered the anchor to be wade and the sails to be set, so that before Liviello raised her eyes from the wares and saw that she had left the land, they had already gone many miles. When at length she perceived the trick, she began to act Olympia the reverse way. For whereas Olympia bewailed being left upon a rock, Liviello lamented leaving the rocks. But when Genariello told her who he was, whether he was carrying her, and the good fortune that awaited her, and pictured to her moreover Meluccio's beauty, his valour, his virtues, and lastly the love with which he would receive her, he succeeded in pacifying her, and she even prayed the wind to bear her quickly to see the colouring of the design which Genariello had drawn. As they were sailing merrily along, they heard the waves grumbling beneath the ship. And although they spoke in an undertone, the captain of the ship, who understood in an instant what it meant, cried out, All hands aboard, for here comes a storm, and heaven save us. No sooner had he spoken these words, than they came the testimony of a whistling of the wind. And behold, the sky was overcast with clouds, and the sea was covered with white-crested waves. And whilst the waves on either side of the ship, curious to know what the others were about, leapt uninvited to the nuptials upon the deck. One man bailed them with a ball into a tub, another drove them off with a pump, and whilst every sailor was hard at work, as it concerned his own safety, one mining the rudder, another hauling the foresail, another the mainsheet, Genariello ran up to the top mast to see with a telescope if he could discover any land where they might cast anchor. And lo, whilst he was measuring a hundred miles of distance with two feet of telescope, he saw a dumb and its mate come flying up in a light upon the sailyard. Then the male bird said, Rush, Rush! And his mate answered, What's the matter, husband, that you are lamenting so? This poor prince, replied the other, has bought a falcon, which as soon as it shall be in his brother's hands will pick out his eyes. But if he does not take it to him, or if he warns him of the danger, he will turn to marble. And thereupon he began again to cry, Rush, Rush! And his mate said to him, What, still lamenting, is there anything new? I, indeed, answered the male dove. He has also bought a horse, and the first time his brother rides him, the horse will break his neck. But if he does not take it to him, or if he warns him of the danger, he will turn to marble. Rush, Rush! he cried again. Alas, with all these Rush, Rush! said the female dove, What's the matter now? And her mate said, This man is taking a beautiful wife to his brother. But the first night, as soon as they go to sleep, they will both be devoured by a frightful dragon. Yet if he does not take it to him, or if he warns him of the danger, he will turn to marble. As he spoke, the tempest ceased, and the rage of the sea and the fury of the wind subsided. But a far greater tempest arose in Janariello's breast from what he had heard, and more than twenty times he was on the point of throwing all the things into the sea, in order not to carry to his brother the cause of his ruin. But on the other hand he thought of himself and reflected that charity begins at home, and fearing that if he did not carry these things to his brother, or if he warned him of the danger, he should turn to marble. He resolved to look rather to the fact than to the possibility, since the shirt was closer to him than the jacket. When he arrived at Shadygrove he felt his brother on the shore, awaiting with great joy the return of the ship, which he had seen at a distance. And when he saw that it bore her whom he carried in his heart, and confronting one face with the other, perceived that there was not the difference of a hair, his joy was so great that he was almost weighed down under the excessive burden of delight. Then embracing his brother fervently, he said to him, what falcon is that you are carrying on your fist? And Janariello answered, I have bought it on purpose to give to you. I see clearly that you love me, replied Melutio, since you go about seeking to give me pleasure. Truly if you had brought me a costly treasure it could not have given me greater delight than this falcon. And just as he was going to take it in his hand, Janariello quickly drew a large knife which he carried at his side and cut off its head. At this deed the king stood aghast and thought his brother mad to have done such a stupid act. But not to interrupt the joy at his arrival he remained silent. Presently however he saw the horse, and on asking his brother whose it was, heard that it was his own, then he felt a great desire to ride him, and just as he was ordering the stirrup to be held, Janariello quickly cut off the horse's legs with his knife. There at the king rexed Roth for his brother seemed to have done it on purpose to vex him, and his colour began to rise. However, he did not think at a right time to show resentment, lest he should poison the pleasure of the bride at first sight, whom he could never gaze upon enough. When they arrived at the royal palace he invited all the lords and ladies of the city to a grand feast, at which the hall seemed just like a riding school full of horses, cavetting and prancing with the number of foals in the form of women. But when the ball was ended and a great banquet had been dispatched, they all retired to rest. Janariello, who thought of nothing else than to save his brother's life, hid himself behind the bed of the bridal pair, and as he stood watching to see the dragon come, behold at midnight a fierce dragon entered the chamber, who sent forth flames from his eyes and smoke from his mouth, and who from the terror he carried in his look would have been a good agent to sell all the antidotes to fear in the apothecaries' shops. As soon as Janariello saw the monster, he began to lay about him right and left with a Damascus blade, which he had hidden under his cloak, and he struck one blow so furiously that a cut and halves a post of the king's pit, at which noise the king awoke and the dragon disappeared. When Miluccio saw the sword in his brother's hand and the bed post cut in two, he set up a loud cry, Help here, hola, help! This traitor of a brother has come to kill me. Were upon hearing the noise, a number of servants who slept in the antechamber came running up, and the king ordered Janariello to be bound and sent him the same hour to prison. The next morning as soon as the sun opened his bank to deliver the deposit of light to the creditor of the day, the king summoned the council, and when he told them what had passed, confirming the wicked intentions shown in killing the falcon and the horse on purpose to vex him, they judged that Janariello deserved to die. The prayers of Liviella were all unavailing to soften the heart of the king who said, You do not love me wife, for you have more regard for your brother-in-law than for my life. You have seen with your own eyes this dog or an assassin come with a sword that would cut a hair in the air to kill me, and if the bed post, the column of my life had not protected me, you would at this moment have been a widow. So saying he gave orders that justice should take its course. When Janariello heard this sentence and saw himself so ill rewarded for doing good, he knew not what to think or to do. If he said nothing, bad, if he spoke, worse, and whatever he should do was a fall from the tree into the wolf's mouth, if he remained silent he should lose his head under an axe, if he spoke he should end his days in a stone. At length, after various resolutions, he made up his mind to disclose the matter to his brother, and since he must die at all events he thought it better to tell his brother the truth and to end his days with the title of an innocent man, than to keep the truth to himself and be sent out of the world as a traitor. So sending word to the king that he had something to say of importance to his state, he was led into his presence, where he first made a long preamble of the love he had always borne him. Then he went on to tell of the deception he had practised on the viella in order to give him pleasure, and then what he had heard from the doves about the falcon, and how to avoid being turned to marble, he had brought at him, and without revealing the secret, had killed it in order not to see him without eyes. As he spoke, he felt his legs stiffen and turn to marble, and when he went on to relate the affair of the horse in the same manner, he became visibly stoned up to the waist, stiffening miserably, a thing which at another time he would have paid in ready money, but which now his heart wept at. At last, when he came to the affair of the dragon, he stood like a statue in the middle of the hall, stoned from head to foot. When the king saw this, reproaching himself for the error he had committed, and the rash sentence he had passed upon so good and loving a brother, he mourned him more than a year, and every time he thought of him, he shared a river of tears. Meanwhile, the viella gave birth to two sons who were two of the most beautiful creatures in the world, and after a few months, when the queen was gone into the country for pleasure, and the father and his two little boys chanced to be standing in the middle of the hall, gazing with tearful eyes on the statue, the memorial of his folly, which had taken from him the flower of men. Behold, a stately and venerable old man entered, whose long hair fell upon his shoulders, and whose beard covet his breast. And making a reverence to the king, the old man said to him, what would your majesty give to have this noble brother returned to his former state? And the king answered, I would give my kingdom. Nay, replied the old man, this is not a thing that requires payment in wealth, but being an affair of life, it must be paid for with as much gain of life. Then the king, partly out of the love he bore Generiello, and partly from hearing himself reproached with the injury he had done him, answered, believe me, my good sir, I would give my own life for his life, and provided that he came out of the stone, I should be content to be enclosed in a stone. Hearing this, the old man said, without putting your life to the risk, since it takes so long to rear man, the blood of these, your two little boys, smeared upon the marble, would suffice to make him instantly come to life. Then the king replied, children I may have again, but I have a brother, and another I can never more hope to see. So saying he made a pitiable sacrifice of two little innocent kids, before an idol of stone, and besmearing the statue with their blood, it instantly became alive, whereupon the king embraced his brother, and their joys not to be told. Then they had these poor little creatures put into a coffin, in order to give them burial with all due honour. But just at that instant, the queen returned home, and the king, bidding his brother hide himself, said to his wife, what would you give my heart to have my brother restored to life? I would give the whole kingdom, replied Leviela, and the king answered, would you give the blood of your children? Nay, not that indeed, replied the queen, for I could not be so cruel as to tear out with my own hands the apple of my eyes. Alas, said the king, in order to see a brother alive, I have killed my own children, for this was the price for Generiello's life. So saying, he showed the queen the little boys in the coffin, and when she saw this sad spectacle, she cried aloud like one mad, saying, Oh my children, you props of my life, joys of my heart, fountains of my blood, who has painted red the windows of the sun, who has without a doctor's licence, bled the chief vein of my life. Alas, my children, my hope now taken from me, my light now darkened, my joy now poisoned, my support now lost, you are stabbed by the sword, and I am pierced by grief. You are drowned in blood, I in tears. Alas that, to give life to an uncle, you have slain your mother, for I am no longer able to weave the thread of my days without you. The fair counterpoises of the loom of my unhappy life, the organ of my voice must be silent, now that its bellows are taken away. Oh children, children, why do you not give answer to your mother, who once gave you the blood in your veins, and now weeps it for you from her eyes? But since fate shows me the fountains of my happiness dried up, I will no longer live the sport of fortune in the world, but will go at once to find you again. So saying, she ran to a window to throw herself out. But just at that instant, her father entered by the same window in a cloud, and called to her. Stop, Livia. I have now accomplished what I intended, and killed three birds with one stone. I have revenged myself on Generiello, who came to my house to rob me of my daughter, by making him stand all these months like a marble statue in a block of stone. I have punished you for your ill conduct in going away in a ship without my permission, by showing you your two children, your two jewels killed by their own father. And I have punished the king for the caprice he took into his head, by making him first the judge of his brother, and afterwards the execution of his children. But as I have wished only to share and not to flay you, I desire now that all the poison may turn into sweet meats for you. Therefore go, take again your children and my grandchildren, who are more beautiful than ever. And you, Miluccio, embrace me. I receive you as my son-in-law and as my son, and I pardon Generiello his offence, having done all that he did out of love to so excellent a brother. As he spoke, the little children came, and the grandfather was never satisfied with embracing and kissing them. And in the midst of the rejoicings, Generiello entered, as a third share in them, who, after suffering so many storms of fate, was now swimming in macaroni wroth. But notwithstanding all the after-ploges that he enjoyed in life, his past dangers never went from his mind, and he was always thinking on the error his brother had committed, and how careful a man ought to be, not to fall into the ditch, since all human judgment is false and perverse. Stories from Pantamaroni by Giampattista Pesire Chapter 26 The Months It is a saying worthy to be written in letters as big as those on a monument, that silence never harmed anyone, and let it not be imagined that those slanderers who never speak well of others, but are always cutting and stinging, and pinching and biting, ever gain anything by their malice. For when the bags come to be shaken out, it has always been seen, and is so still, that whilst a good word gains love and profit, slander brings enmity and ruin, and when you shall have heard how this happens, you will say I speak with reason. Once upon a time there were two brothers, Cianni, who was as rich as a lord, and Lisei, who had barely enough to live upon. But poor as one was in fortune, so pitiful was the other in mind, for he would not have given his brother a farthing were it to save his life, so that poor Lisei in despair left his country, and set out to wander over the world. He wandered on and on, to one wet and cold evening, he came to an inn, where he found twelve youths seated around a fire, who, when they saw poor Lisei benarmed with cold, partly from the severe season, and partly from his ragged clothes, invited him to sit down by the fire. Lisei accepted the invitation, for he needed it greatly, and began to warm himself. And as he was warming himself, one of the young men whose face was such a picture of morose-ness, as to make you die of fright, said to him, What think you countrymen of this weather? What do I think of it? replied Lisei. I think that all the months of the year perform their duty, but we, who know not what we would have, wish to give laws to heaven, and wanting to have things our own way, we do not fish deeply enough to the bottom, to find out whether what comes into our fancy be good or evil, useful or hurtful. In winter, when it rains, we want the sun and Leo, and in the month of August, the clouds to discharge themselves. Not reflecting that were this the case, the seasons would be turned topsy-turvy, the seed-stone would be lost, the crops would be destroyed, the bodies of men would faint away, and nature would go head over heels. Therefore let us leave heaven to its own course, for it has made the tree to mitigate with its wood the severity of winter, and with its leaves the heat of summer. You speak like Samson, replied the youth, but you cannot deny that this month of March, in which we now are, is very impertinent to send all this frost and rain, snow and hail, wind and storm, these fogs and tempests and other troubles that make one's life a burden. You tell only the ill of this poor month, replied Lise. But do not speak of the benefits it yields us, for by bringing forward the spring, it commences the production of things, and is unknown the cause that the sun proves the happiness of the present time, by leading him into the house of the ram. The youth was greatly pleased at what Lise said, for he was in truth no other than the month of March itself, who had arrived at that inn with his eleven brothers, and to reward Lise's goodness, who had not even found anything ill to save a month so sad that the shepherds did not like to mention it. He gave him a beautiful little casket, saying, Take this, and if you want anything, only ask for it, and when you open this box you will see it before you. Lise thanked the youth with many expressions of respect, and laying the little box under his head by way of a pillow he went to sleep. As soon, however, as the sun, with the pencil of his rays, had retouched the dark shadows of night, Lise took leave of the youths and set out on his way. But he had hardly proceeded fifty steps from the inn, when opening the casket he said, Ah, my friend, I wish I had a litter lined with cloth, and with a little fire inside, that I might travel warm and comfortable through the snow. No sooner had he uttered the words, than there appeared a litter with bears, who, lifting him up, placed him in it, whereupon he told them to carry him home. When the owl was come to set the jaws to work, Lise opened the little box and said, I wish for something to eat, and instantly there appeared a profusion of the choicest food, and there was such a banquet that ten crowned kings might have feasted on it. One evening, having come to a wood, which did not give admittance to the sun, because he came from suspected places, Lise opened the little casket and said, I should like to rest tonight on this beautiful spot, where the river is making harmony upon the stones, as accompaniment to the song of the cool breezes. And instantly there appeared, under an oil-clothed tent, a couch of fine scarlet, with down mattresses, covered with a Spanish counterpane and sheath as light as a feather. Then he asked for something to eat, and in a trice they were set out a sideboard, covered with silver and gold fit for a prince. And under another tent a table was spread with violins, the savoury smell of which extended a hundred miles. When he had eaten enough, he laid himself down to sleep, and as soon as the cock, who is the spy of the sun, announced to his master that the shades of night were worn and wearied, and it was now time for him, like a skillful general, to fall upon their rear and make a slaughter of them. Lise opened his little box and said, I wish to have a handsome dress, for today I shall see my brother, and I should like to make his mouth water. No sooner said than done, immediately a princely dress of the richest black velvet appeared, with edgings of red camelot, and the lining of yellow cloth embroidered all over, which looked like a field of flowers. So dressing himself, Lise got into the litter, and soon reached his brother's house. When Gianni saw his brother arrive, with all this splendour and luxury, he wished to know what good fortune had befallen him. Then Lise told him of the youths whom he had met in the inn, and of the present they had made him, but he kept to himself his conversation with the youths. Gianni now was all impatient to get away from his brother, and told him to go and rest himself, as he was no doubt tired. Then he started post-haste, and soon arrived at the inn, where, finding the same youths, he fell into chat with them. And when the youth asked him the same question, what he thought of that month of March, Gianni, making a big mouth, said, Confound the miserable month, the enemy of shepherds, which stirs up all the ill-humours and brings sickness to our bodies. A month of which, whenever we would announce ruin to a man, we say, Go, March has shaved you. A month of which, when you want to call a man presumptuous, you say, What cares, March? A month in short, so hateful, that it would be the best fortune for the world, the greatest blessing to the earth, the greatest gain to man, were it excluded from the band of brothers. March, who heard himself thus slandered, suppressed his anger till the morning, intending then to reward Gianni for his calamity. And when Gianni wished it to depart, he gave him a fine whip, saying to him, Whenever you wish for anything, only say, Whip, give me a hundred, and you shall see pearls strung upon a rush. Gianni, thanking the youth, went his way in great haste, not wishing to make trial of the whip until he reached home. But hardly had he set foot in the house, when he went into a secret chamber, intending to hide the money which he expected to receive from the whip. Then he said, Whip, give me a hundred. And thereupon the whip gave him more than he looked for, making a score on his legs and face like a musical composer, so that least a hearing his cries came running to the spot. And when he saw that the whip, like a runaway horse, could not stop itself, he opened the little box and brought it to a standstill. Then he asked Gianni what had happened to him, and upon hearing his story, he told him he had no one to blame but himself, for like a blockhead he alone had caused his own misfortune, acting like the camel that wanted to have horns and lost its ears. But he bade him mind another time and keep a bridle on his tongue, which was the key that had opened to him the storehouse of misfortune. For if he had spoken well of the youths, he would perhaps have had the same good fortune, especially as to speak well of any one is a merchandise that costs nothing, and usually brings profit that is not expected. In conclusion, these had comforted him, bidding him not seek more wealth than heaven had give him, for his little casket would suffice to fill the houses of thirty misers, and Gianni should be master of all he possessed, since to the generous man heaven is treasurer. And he added that, although another brother might have borne Gianni ill will for the cruelty with which he had treated him in his poverty, yet he reflected that his avarice had been a favourable wind which had brought him to this port, and therefore wished to show himself grateful for the benefit. When Gianni heard these things he begged his brother's pardon for his past unkindness, and entering into partnership they enjoyed together their good fortune, and from that time forward Gianni spoke well of everything however bad it might be, for the dog that was scaled with hot water forever dreads that which is cold. CHAPTER 27 Pinto Smolto It has always been more difficult for a man to keep than to get, for in the one case fortune aids which often assists injustice, but in the other case sense is required. Therefore we frequently find a person deficient in cleverness rise to wealth, and then from want of sense roll over heels to the bottom, as you will see clearly from the story I am going to tell you, if you are quick of understanding. A merchant once had an only daughter whom he wished greatly to see married, but as often as he struck this note he fell to her a hundred miles off from the desired pitch, for the foolish girl would never consent to marry, and the father was in consequence the most unhappy and miserable man in the world. Now it happened one day that he was going to a fair, so he asked his daughter, who was named better, what she would like him to bring her on his return, and she said, Papa, if you love me bring me half a hundred weight of Palomo sugar, and as much again of sweet almonds, with four to six bottles of scented water, and a little musk and amber, also forty pearls, two sapphires, a few garnets and rubies with some gold thread, and above all a trough and a little silver trowel. Her father wondered at this extravagant demand, nevertheless he would not refuse his daughter, so he went to the fair, and on his return brought her all that she had requested. As soon as better received these things, she shut herself up in a chamber, and began to make a great quantity of paste of almonds and sugar, mixed with rosewater and perfumes, and set to work to form a most beautiful youth, making his hair of gold thread, his eyes of sapphires, his teeth of pearls, his lips of rubies, and she gave him such grace that speech alone was wanting to him. When she had done all this, having heard say that at the prayers of a certain king of Cyprus, a statue had once come to life, she prayed to the goddess of love for so long that at last the statue began to open its eyes, and increasing her prayers it began to breathe, and after breathing words came out, and at last, disengaging all its limbs, it began to walk. With a joy far greater than if she had gained kingdom, better embraced and kissed the youth, and taking him by the hand, she led him before her father and said, My lord and father, you have always told me that you wished to see me married, and in order to please you I have now chosen a husband after my own heart. When her father saw the handsome youth come out of his daughter's room, whom he had not seen enter it, he stood amazed, and at the sight of such beauty, which folks would have paid a half penny ahead to gaze at, he consented that the marriage should take place. So a great feast was made, at which, among the other ladies present, there appeared a great unknown queen, who seeing the beauty of Pintos Malto, for that was the name better gave him, fell desperately in love with him. Now Pintos Malto, who had only opened his eyes on the wickedness of the world three hours before, and was as innocent as a babe, accompanied the strangers who had come to celebrate his nuptials to the stairs, as his bride had told him, and when he did the same with this queen, she took him by the hand and led him quietly to her coach, drawn by six horses, which stood in the courtyard. Then taking him into it, she ordered the coachman to drive off and away to her country. After better had waited a while in vain, expecting Pintos Malto to return, she sent down into the courtyard to see whether he was speaking with anyone there. Then she sent up to the roof to see if he had gone to take fresh air. But finding him nowhere, she directly imagined that, on account of his great beauty, he had been stolen from her. So she ordered the usual proclamations to be made, but at last, as no tidings of him were brought, she formed the resolution to go all the world over in search of him, and dressing herself as a poor girl, she set out on her way. After some months, she came to the house of a good old woman, who received her with great kindness, and when she had heard better's misfortune, she took compassion on her, and taught her three sayings. The first was, Triche Velake, the house reigns. The second, Anola Tranola, the fountain plays. The third, Skatola Matola, the sun shines, telling her to repeat these words whenever she was in trouble, and they would be of good service to her. Better wondered greatly at this present of chaff. Nevertheless, she said to herself, he who blows into your mouth does not wish to see you dead, and the plant that strikes root does not wither. Everything has its use. Who knows what good fortune may be contained in these words? So saying, she thanked the old woman, and set out upon her way. And after a long journey, she came to a beautiful city called Round Mount, where she went straight to the royal palace, and begged for the love of heaven and little shelter in the stable. So the ladies of the court ordered a small room to be given her on the stairs, and while poor Better was sitting there, she saw Pintos Malto pass by, where at her joy was so great that she was on the point of slipping down from the tree of life. But seeing the trouble she was in, Better wished to make proof of the first saying which the old woman had told her, and no sooner had she repeated the words, Trike Velake the house reigns, than instantly there appeared before her a beautiful little coach of gold, set all over with jewels, which ran about the chamber of itself, and was a wonder to behold. When the ladies of the court saw this sight, they went and told the queen, who without loss of time ran to Better's chamber, and when she saw the beautiful little coach, she asked whether she would sell it, and offered to give whatever she might demand. But Better replied that, although she was poor, she would not sell it for all the gold in the world, but if the queen wished for the little coach, she must allow her to pass one night at the door of Pintos Malto's chamber. The queen was amazed at the folly of the poor girl, who although she was all in rags, would nevertheless give up such riches for a mere whim. However, she resolved to take the good mouthful offered her, and by giving Pintos Malto a sleeping draught, to satisfy the poor girl, but pay her in bad coin. As soon as the night was come, when the stars in the sky and the glow-worms on the earth were to pass in review, the queen gave a sleeping draught to Pintos Malto, who did everything he was told and sent him to bed, and no sooner had he thrown himself on the mattress than he fell asleep as a door mouse. Poor Better, who thought that night to relay all her past troubles, seeing now that she had no audience, felt lamenting beyond measure, blaming herself for all that she had done for his sake, and the unhappy girl never closed her mouth, nor did the sleeping Pintos Malto ever open his eyes until the sun appeared with the aqua regio of his rays to separate the shades from the light, when the queen came down, and taking Pintos Malto by the hand, said to Better, Now be content. May you have such content all the days of your life, replied Better in an undertone, for I have passed so bad a night that I shall not soon forget it. The poor girl, however, could not resist her longing, and resolved to make trial of the second saying. So she repeated the words, a nola-tranola, the fountain plays, and instantly there appeared a golden cage with a beautiful bird made of precious stones and gold, which sang like a nightingale. When the lady saw this, they went and told it to the queen, who wished to see the bird. Then she asked the same question as about the little coach, and Better made the same replies before. Whereupon the queen, who perceived, as she thought, what a silly creature Better was, promised to grant her request, and took the cage with the bird. And as soon as night came, she gave Pintos Malto a sleeping draught as before, and sent him to bed. When Better saw that he slept like a dead person, she began again to wail and lament, saying things that would have moved a flintstone to compassion. And thus she passed another night, full of trouble, weeping and wailing and tearing her hair. But as soon as it was day, the queen came to fetch her captive, and left poor Better in grief and sorrow, and biting her hands with vexation at the trick that had been played her. In the morning, when Pintos Malto went to a garden outside the city gate to pluck some figs, he met a cobbler, who lived in a room close to where Better lay, and had not lost a word of all she had said. Then he told Pintos Malto of the weeping, lamentation, and crying of the unhappy beggar girl. And when Pintos Malto, who already began to get a little more sense, heard this, he guessed how matter stood, and resolved that, if the same thing happened again, he would not drink what the queen gave him. Better now wished to make the third trial, so she said the words, scatola matola, the sun shines. And instantly there appeared a quantity of stuffs of silk and gold, and embroidered scarfs, with a golden cup. In short, the queen herself could not have brought together so many beautiful ornaments. When the ladies saw these things, they told their mistress, who endeavored to obtain them, as she had done the others. But Better replied as before, that if the queen wished to have them, she must let her spend the night at the door of the chamber. Then the queen said to herself, What can I lose by satisfying this silly girl, in order to get from her these beautiful things? So taking all the treasures which Better offered her, as soon as night appeared, the instrument for the debt contracted with sleep and repose being liquidated. She gave the sleeping-draft to Pinto Smolto. But this time, he did not swallow it, and making an excuse to leave the room, he spat it out again, and then went to bed. Better now began the same tune again, saying how she had kneaded him with her own hands of sugar and almonds, how she had made his hair of gold and his eyes and mouth of pearls and precious stones, and how he was indebted to her for his life, which the gods had granted to her prayers, and lastly how he had been stolen from her, and she had gone seeking him with such toil and trouble. Then she went on to tell him how she had watched two nights at the door of his room, and believed to do so had given up two treasures, and yet had not been able to hear a single word from him, so that this was the last night of her hopes and the conclusion of her life. When Pinto Smolto, who had remained awake, heard these words, and called to mind as a dream all that had passed, he rose and embraced her, and as night had just come forth with her black mask, to direct the dance of the stars, he went very quietly into the chamber of the queen, who was in a deep sleep, and took from her all the things that she had taken from better, and all the jewels and money which were in a desk, to repay himself for his past troubles. Then returning to his wife, they set off that very hour, and travelled on and on until they arrived at her father's house, where they found him alive and well, and from the joy of seeing his daughter again, he became like a boy of fifteen years. But when the queen found neither Pinto Smolto nor Beggar Girl nor jewels, she tore her hair and rent her clothes, and called to mind the saying, he who cheats must not complain if he be cheated. End of Chapter 27. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Joy Chan. Stories from Pantamerone by Giampattista Pesire. Chapter 28. The Golden Route A person who is over-curious, and wants to know more than he ought, always carries the match in his hand to set fire to the powder-room of his own fortunes. And he who pries into others affairs is frequently a loser in his own. For generally he who digs holes to search for treasures comes to a ditch into which he himself falls, as happened to the daughter of a Gardener in the following manner. There was once a Gardener who was so very, very poor that, however hard he worked, he could not manage to get bread for his family. So he gave three little peaks to his three daughters that they might rear them, and thus get something for a little dowry. Then Pasciusa and Cice, who were the eldest, drove their little peaks to feed in a beautiful meadow. But they would not let Palmetella, who was the youngest daughter, go with them, and sent her away, telling her to go and feed her peaks somewhere else. So Palmetella drove her little animal into a wood, where the shades were holding out against the assaults of the sun. And coming to a pasture, in the middle of which flowed a fountain that, like the hostess of an inn where cold water is sold, was inviting the passersby with its silver tongue. She found a certain tree with golden leaves. Then, plucking one of them, she took it to a father, who with great joy sold it for more than twenty duckets, which served to stop up a hole in his affairs. And when he asked Palmetella where she had found it, she said, Take it, sir, and ask no questions, unless you would spoil your good fortune. The next day she returned and did the same, and she went on plucking the leaves from the tree until it was entirely stripped, as if it had been plundered by the winds of autumn. Then she perceived that the tree had a large golden root, which she could not pull up with her hands. So she went home, and fetching an axe set to work to lay bare the root around the foot of the tree. And raising the trunk as well as she could, she found under it a beautiful porphyry staircase. Palmetella, who was curious beyond measure, went down the stairs, and walking through a large and deep cavern, she came to a beautiful plain, on which was a splendid palace, where only gold and silver were trodden underfoot, and pearls and precious stones everywhere met the eye. And as Palmetella stood wandering at all these splendid things, not seeing any person moving among so many beautiful fixtures, she went into a chamber in which were a number of pictures, and on them was seen painted various beautiful things, especially the ignorance of man esteemed wise, the injustice of him who held the scales, the injuries avenged by heaven, things truly to amaze one, and in the same chamber also was a splendid table set out with things to eat and to drink. Seeing no one, Palmetella, who was very hungry, sat down at a table to eat like a fine count, but whilst she was in the midst of the feast, behold a handsome slave entered who said, Stay, do not go away for I will have you for my wife and will make you the happiest woman in the world. In spite of her fear, Palmetella took heart at this good offer, and consenting to what the slave proposed, a coach of diamonds was instantly given her, drawn by four golden steeds with wings of emeralds and rubies, who carried her flying through the air to take an airing, and a number of apes clad in cloth of gold were given to attend on her person, who forthwith arrayed her from head to foot, and adorned her so that she looked just like a queen. When night was come and the sun, desiring to sleep on the banks of the river of India, untroubled by gnats, had put out the light, the slave said to Palmetella, My dear, now go to rest in this bed, but remember first to put out the candle, and mind what I say or ill will betide you. Then Palmetella did as he told her, but no sooner had she closed her eyes, than the blackamore, changing to a handsome youth, lay down to sleep. But the next morning, ere the dawn went forth to seek fresh eggs in the fields of the sky, the youth arose and took his other form again, leaving Palmetella full of wonder and curiosity. And again, the following night, when Palmetella went to rest, she put out the candle that she had done the night before, and the youth came as usual and lay down to sleep. But no sooner had he shut his eyes, than Palmetella arose, took a steel which she had provided, and lighting the tinder applied a match. Then taking the candle she raised the covelet, and beheld the ebony turned to ivory, and the coal to chalk. And whilst she stood gazing with open mouth and contemplating the most beautiful penciling that nature had ever given upon the canvas of wonder, the youth awoke and began to reproach Palmetella, saying, ah, woe is me, for your prying curiosity, I have to suffer another seven years this accursed punishment. But be gone, run, scamper off, take yourself out of my sight, you know not what good fortune you lose. So saying, he vanished like quicksilver. The poor girl left the palace cold and stiff with a fright, and with her head bowed to the ground. And when she had come out of the cavern she met a fairy who said to her, my child, how my heart grieves at your misfortune, unhappy girl, you are going to the slaughter house, where you will pass over the bridge no wider than a hair. Therefore, to provide against your peril, take these seven spindles with these seven figs, and a little draught honey, and these seven pairs of iron shoes, and walk on and on without stopping until they are worn out. Then you will see seven women standing upon a balcony of a house, and spinning from above down to the ground, with the thread wound upon the bone of a dead person. Remain quite still and hidden, and when the thread comes down, take out the bone and put in its place a spindle besmeared with honey, with a fig in the place of the little button. Then as soon as the women draw up the spindles and taste the honey, they will say, he who has made my spindle sweet shall in return with good fortune meet. And after repeating these words they will say, one after another, oh you who brought us these sweet things appear. Then you must answer, nay, for you will eat me. And they will say, we swear by our spoon that we will not eat you. But do not stir, and they will continue. We swear by our spit that we will not eat you. But stand firm as it rooted to the spot, and they will say, we swear by our broom that we will not eat you. Still do not believe them, and when they say, we swear by our pail that we will not eat you, shut your mouth and say not a word, or it will cost you your life. At last they will say, we swear by thunder and lightning that we will not eat you. Then take courage and mount up, for they will do you no harm. When Parmatella heard this, she set off and walked over hill and dale, until at the end of seven years the iron shoes were worn out. And coming to a large house with a projecting balcony, she saw the seven women spinning. So she did as the fairy had advised her, and after a thousand wiles and allurements, they swore by thunder and lightning, whereupon she showed herself and mounted up. Then they all seven said to her, traitors, you are the cause that our brother has lived twice seven long years in the cavern, far away from us, in the form of a blackamore. But never mind, although you have been clever enough to stop our throat with the earth, you shall on the first opportunity pay off both the old and the new reckoning. But now hear what you must do, hide yourself behind this trough, and when our mother comes, who would swallow you down at once, rise up and seize her behind her back, hold her fast, and do not let her go until she swears by thunder and lightning not to harm you. Parmatella did as she was bid, and after the ogres had sworn by the fire shovel, by the spinning wheel, by the reel, by the sideboard, and by the peg, at last she saw by thunder and lightning, whereupon Parmatella let go her hold, and showed herself to the ogres, who said, you have caught me this time, but take care, traitors, for at the first shower I'll send you to the lava. One day the ogres, who was on the lookout for an opportunity to devour Parmatella, took twelve sacks of various seeds, peas, chickpeas, lentils, vetchers, kidney beans, beans and lupins, and mixed them all together. Then she said to her, traitors, take these seeds and sort them all, so that each kind may be separated from the rest, and if they are not all sorted by this evening, I'll swallow you like a penny tart. Poor Parmatella sat down beside the sacks, weeping, and said, oh mother, mother, how would this golden root prove a root of woes to me? Now as my misery completed, by seeing a black face turned white, all has become black before my eyes. Alas, I am ruined and undone, there is no help for it. I already seem as if I were in the throat of that horrid ogre, there is no one to help me, there is no one to advise me, there is no one to comfort me. As she was lamenting thus, low, thunder and lightning appeared like a flash, for the banishment laid upon him by the spell had just ended. Although he was angry with Parmatella, yet his blood could not turn to water, and seeing her grieving thus he said to her, traitors, what makes you weep so? Then she told him of his mother's ill treatment of her, and her wish to make an end of her and eat her up. But thunder and lightning replied, calm yourself and take heart, but shall not be as she said. And instantly scattering all the seeds on the ground, he made a deluge of ants spring up, who forthwith set to work to heap up all the seeds separately, each kind by itself, and Parmatella filled the sacks with them. When the ogres came home and found the task done, she was almost in despair and cried, That dog thunder and lightning has played me this trick, but you shall not escape thus. So take these pieces of bed-tick, which are enough for twelve mattresses, and mind that by this evening they are filled with feathers, or else I will make mints meet of you. The poor girl took the bed-ticks, and sitting down upon the ground began to weep and lament bitterly, making two fountains of her eyes. But presently thunder and lightning appeared, and said to her, Do not weep, traitors, leave it to me, and I will bring you to port, so let down your hair, spread the bed-ticks upon the ground, and fall to weeping and wailing, and crying out that the king of the birds is dead. Then you'll see what will happen. Parmatella did as she was told, and behold a cloud of birds suddenly appeared that darkened the air, and flapping their wings they let fall their feathers by basket-falls, so that in less than an hour their mattresses were all filled. When the ogres came home and saw the task done, she swelled up with rage till she almost burst, saying, Thunder and lightning is determined to plague me, but may I be dragged at an ape's tail if I let her escape. Then she said to Parmatella, Run quickly to my sister's house, and tell her to send me the musical instruments, for I have resolved that thunder and lightning shall marry, and we will make a feast fit for a king. At the same time she sent to bid her sister, when the poor girl came to ask for the instruments, instantly to kill and cook her, and she would come and partake of the feast. Parmatella, hearing herself ordered to perform an easier task, was in great joy, thinking that the weather had begun to grow milder. Alas, how crooked is human judgment! On the way she met Thunder and Lightning, who, seeing her walking at a quick pace, said to her, Where are you going, wretched girl? See you not that you are on the way to the slaughter, that you are forging your own fetters and sharpening the knife and mixing the poison for yourself, that you are sent to the ogres for her to swallow you. But listen to me and fear not. Take this little loaf, this bundle of hay, and this stone, and when you come to the house of my aunt you will find a bulldog which will fly barking at you to bite you, but give him this little loaf and it will stop his throat, and when you have passed the dog, you will meet a horse running loose which will run up to kick and trample on you, but give him the hay and you will clonk his feet, that last you will come to a door hanging to and fro continually, put this stone before it, and you will stop its fury, then mount upstairs and you find the ogres with the little child in her arms and the oven ready to bake you. Whereupon she will say to you, hold this little creature and wait here till I go and fetch the instruments, but mind she will only go to wet her tusks in order to tear you in pieces, then throw the little child into the oven without pity, take the instruments which stand behind the door and hide off before the ogres returns or else you are lost. The instruments are in a box, but beware of opening it or you will repent. Parmatella did all that thunder and lightning told her, but on her way back with the instruments she opened the box, and lo and behold they all flew out and about, hear a flute, hear a flagellette, hear a pipe, hear a bagpipe, making a thousand different sounds in the air, whilst Parmatella stood looking on and tearing her hair in despair. Meanwhile the ogres came downstairs, and not finding Parmatella she went to the window and called out to the door, crush that traitorous, but the door answered, I will not use the poor girl ill, for she has made me at last stand still. Then the ogres cried out to the horse, trample on the thief, but the horse replied, let the poor girl go her way, for she has given me the hay. And lastly the ogres called to the dog, saying, bite the rogue, but the dog answered, I'll not hurt a hair of her head, for she it was who gave me the bread. Now as Parmatella ran crying after the instruments, she met thunder and lightning, who scolded her well, saying, traitorous, will you not learn at your cost that by your fatal curiosity you are brought to this plight. Then he called back the instruments with a whistle, and shut them up again in the box, telling Parmatella to take them to his mother. But when the ogres saw her she cried aloud, oh cruel fate, even my sister is against me and refuses to give me this pleasure. Meanwhile the new bride arrived, a hideous pest, a compound of ugliness, a harpy, an evil shade, a horror, a monster, a large tub, who with a hundred flowers and bows about her looked like a newly opened inn. Then the ogres made a great banquet for her, and being full of gall and malice, she had the table placed close to her well, where she seated her seven daughters, each with a torch in one hand. But she gave two torches to Parmatella, and made her sit at the edge of the well, on purpose that, when she fell asleep, she might tumble to the bottom. Now whilst the dishes were passing to and fro when their blood began to get warm, thunder and lightning, who turned quite sick at the sight of the new bride, said to Parmatella, Tratris, do you love me? I to the top of the roof, she replied, and he answered, if you love me, give me a kiss. Nay, said Parmatella, you indeed who have such a pretty creature at your side, heaven preserve her to you a hundred years in health and with plenty of sons. Then the new bride answered, it is very clear that you are simpleton, and would remain so were you to live a hundred years acting the prude as you do, and refusing to kiss so handsome a youth, whilst I let a herdsman kiss me for a couple of chestnuts. At these words the bridegroom swelled with rage like a toad, so that his food remained sticking in his throat. However he put a good face on the matter and swallowed the pill, intending to make the reckoning and settle the balance afterwards. But when the tables were removed and the ogres and his sisters had gone away, thunder and lightning said to the new bride, Wife, did you see this proud creature refuse me a kiss? She was a simpleton, replied the bride, to refuse a kiss to such a handsome young man, whilst I let a herdsman kiss me for a couple of chestnuts. Thunder and lightning could contain himself no longer. The mustard got up into his nose and with the flash of scorn and the thunder of action, he seized a knife and stabbed the bride, and digging a hole in the cellar he buried her. Then embracing palmetella he said to her, You are my drool, the flower of women, the mirror of honour. Then turn those eyes upon me, give me that hand, put out those lips, draw near to me my heart, for I will be yours as long as the world lasts. The next morning when the sun aroused his fiery steeds from their watery stable, and drove them to pasture on the field sown by the dawn, the ogres came with fresh eggs for the newly married couple, that the young wife might be able to say, happy is she who marries and gets a mother-in-law. But finding palmetella in the arms of her son and hearing what had passed, she ran to her sister to concert some means of removing this thorn from her eyes, without her sons being able to prevent it. But when she found that her sister, out of grief at the loss of her daughter, had crept into the oven herself and was burnt, her despair was so great, that from an ogre she became a ram, and buttered her head against the wall until she broke her paint. Then thunder and lightning made peace between palmetella and her sisters-in-law, and they all lived happy and content, finding the saying come true, that patience conquers all. End of Chapter 28 Chapter 29 of Stories from Patamarone This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings sit in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Joy Chan Stories from Patamarone by Giampattista Pasire Chapter 29 Sun, Moon and Talia It is a well-known fact that the cruel man is generally his own hangman, and he who throws stones at heaven frequently comes off with a broken head. But the reverse of the medal shows us that innocence is a shield of fig tree wood, upon which the sword of malice is broken, or blunts its point, so that, when a poor man fancies himself already dead and buried, he revives again in bone and flesh, as you shall hear in the story which I am going to draw from the cask of memory with the tap of my tongue. There was once a great lord, who having a daughter born to him named Talia, commanded the seers and wise men of his kingdom to come and tell him her fortune, and after various counsellings they came to the conclusion that a great peril awaited her from a piece of stork and some flax. Thereupon he issued a command prohibiting any flax or hemp or such like thing to be brought into his house, hoping thus to avoid the danger. When Talia was grown up and was standing one day at the window, she saw an old woman pass by who was spinning. She had never seen a dista for a spindle, and being vastly pleased with the twisting and twirling of the thread, her curiosity was so great that she made the old woman come upstairs. Then taking the dista in her hand, Talia began to draw up the thread, when by mischance, a piece of stork in the flax getting under her fingernail, she fell dead upon the ground, at which sight the old woman hobbled downstairs as quickly as she could. When the unhappy father heard of the disaster that had befallen Talia, after weeping bitterly, he placed her in that palace in the country, upon a velvet seat under a canopy of brocade, and fastening the doors, he quitted forever the place which had been the cause of such misfortune to him, in order to drive all remembrance of it from his mind. Now a certain king happened to go one day to the chase, and a falcon escaping from him flew in at the window of that palace. When the king found that the bird did not return at his call, he ordered his attendants to knock at the door, thinking that the place was inhabited. And after knocking for some time, the king ordered them to fetch a vine dresser's ladder, wishing himself to scale the house and see what was inside. Then he mounted the ladder, and going through the whole palace, he stood aghast at not finding there any living person. At last he came to the room where Talia was lying, as if enchanted. And when the king saw her, he called to her, thinking that she was asleep. But in vain, for she still slept on, however loud he called. So after admiring her beauty awhile, the king returned home to his kingdom, where for a long time he forgot all that had happened. Meanwhile two little twins, one a boy and the other a girl, who looked like two little jewels, wandered from I know not where, into the palace, and found Talia in a trance. At first they were afraid because they tried in vain to awaken her. But becoming bolder, the girl gently took Talia's finger into her mouth, to bite it and wake her up by this means. And so it happened that the splinter of flax came out. Thereupon she seemed to awaken from a deep sleep, and when she saw those little jewels at her side, she took them to her heart and loved them more than her life. But she wandered greatly at seeing herself quite alone in the palace with two children, and food and refreshment brought her by unseen hands. After a time the king, calling Talia to mind, took occasion one day when he went to the chase to go and see her. And when he found her awakened and with two beautiful little creatures by her side, he was struck dumb with rapture. Then the king told Talia who he was, and they formed a great league and friendship, and he remained there for several days, promising as he took leave to return and fetch her. When the king went back to his own kingdom, he was forever repeating the names of Talia and the little ones, instead much that when he was eating he had Talia in his mouth, and son and moon, for so he named the children. Nay, even when he went to rest he did not leave off calling on them, first one and then the other. Now the king's stepmother had grown suspicious at his long absence at the chase, and when she heard him calling thus on Talia's son and moon, she waxed wrath and said to the king's secretary, Hark ye friend, you stand in great danger between the axe and the block. Tell me who it is that my stepson is enamored of, and I will make you rich, but if you conceal the truth from me, I'll make you ruot. The man moved on the one side by fear, and on the other pricked my interest, which is a bandage to the eyes of honour, the blind of justice, and an old horseshoe to trip up good faith, told the queen the whole truth. Whereupon she sent the secretary in the king's name to Talia, saying that he wished to see the children. Then Talia sent them with great joy, but the queen commanded the cook to kill them, and serve them up in various ways for her rectored stepson to eat. Now the cook, who had a tender heart, seeing the two pretty little golden pippins, took compassion on them, and gave them to his wife, bidding her keep them concealed. Then he killed and dressed two little kids in a hundred different ways. When the king came, the queen quickly ordered the dishes served up, and the king fell to eating, with great delight exclaiming, How good this is, oh, how excellent, by the soul of my grandfather! And the old queen all the while kept saying, Eat away, for you know what you eat. At first the king paid no attention to what she said, but at last hearing the music continue, who replied, I know well enough what I eat, for you brought nothing to the house. And at last, getting up in a rage, he went off to a villa at a little distance to call his anger. Meanwhile the queen, not satisfied with what she had done, called the secretary again, and sent him to fetch Talia, pretending that the king wished to see her. At this summons Talia went that very instant, longing to see the light of her eyes, and not knowing that only the smoke awaited her. But when she came before the queen the latter said to her, with the face of an arrow, and full of poison as a viper, Welcome, Madam Slycheet, are you indeed the pretty mischief maker? Are you the weed that has caught my son's eye and given me all this trouble? When Talia heard this, she began to excuse herself, but the queen would not listen to her word, and having a large fire lighted in the courtyard, she commanded that Talia should be thrown into the flames. Poor Talia, seeing matters come to a bad pass, fell on her knees before the queen, and besought her at least to grant her time to take the clothes from off her back. Were upon the queen, not so much out of pity for the unhappy girl, as to get possession of her dress, which was embroidered all over with golden pearls, said to her, Undress yourself, I allow you. Then Talia began to undress, and as she took off each garment, she uttered an exclamation of grief, and when she had stripped off her cloak, her gown and her jacket, and was proceeding to take off her petticoat, they seized her, and were dragging her away. At that moment the king came up, and seeing the spectacle, he demanded to know the whole truth, and when he asked also for the children, and heard that his stepmother had ordered them to be killed, the unhappy king gave himself up to despair. He then ordered her to be thrown into the same fire which had been lighted to Talia, and the secretary with her, who was the handle of this cruel game, and the weaver of this wicked web. Then he was going to do the same with the cook, thinking that he had killed the children. But the cook threw himself at the king's feet and said, Truly, sir king, I would desire no other sinecure in return for the service I had done you, than to be thrown into a furnace full of live coals. I would ask no other gratuity than the thrust of a spike. I would wish for no other amusement than to be roasted in the fire. I would desire no other privilege than to have the ashes of the cook mingled with those of a queen. But I look for no such great reward for having saved the children, and brought them back to you in spite of that wicked creature who wished to kill them. When the king heard these words, he was quite beside himself. He appeared to dream and could not believe what his ears had heard. Then he said to the cook, If it is true that you have saved the children, be assured I will take you from turning the spit, and reward you so that you shall call yourself the happiest man in the world. As the king was speaking these words, the wife of the cook, seeing the dilemma her husband was in, brought sun and moon before the king, who playing at the game of through italia and the other children, went round and round kissing first one and then another. Then giving the cook a large reward, he made him his chamberlain, and he took italia to wife, who enjoyed a long life with her husband and the children, acknowledging that he who has luck may go to bed, and bliss will reign upon his head. End of Chapter 29 Chapter 30 of Stories from Pantamerone This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Joy Chan. Stories from Pantamerone. By Giampattista Pesirei. Chapter 30 Nanela and Nalala Woe to him who thinks to find a governess for his children by giving them a stepmother. He only brings into his house the cause of their ruin. The never yet was a stepmother who looked kindly on the children of another. Or if by chance such a one were ever found, she would be regarded as a miracle, and be called a white crow. But beside all those of whom you may have heard, I will now tell you of another, to be added to the list of heartless stepmothers, whom you will consider well deserving the punishment she purchased for herself with ready money. There was once a good man, named Genutio, who had two children, Nanela and Nalala, whom he loved as much as his own life. But death having, with the smooth file of time, severed the prison bars of his wife's soul. He took to himself a cruel woman, who had no sooner set foot in his house than she began to ride the high horse, saying, I might come here indeed to look after other folks' children. A pretty job I have undertaken, to have all this trouble, and be forever teased by a couple of squalling brats. Would that I had broken my neck ere I ever came to this place, to have bad food, worse drink, and get no sleep at night. Here's a life to lead, for sooth I came as a wife and not as a servant. But I must find some means of getting rid of these creatures, or it will cost me my life. Better to blush once than to grow pale a hundred times. So I've done with them, for I am resolved to send them away, or to leave the house myself forever. The poor husband, who had some affection for this woman, said to her, Softly wife, don't be angry for sugar's dear, and tomorrow morning before the cock crows, I will remove this annoyance in order to please you. So the next morning ere the dawn had hung out the red counterpane at the window of the east to air it. Genutio took the children, one by each hand, and with a good basketful of things to eat upon his arm, he led them to a wood, where an army of poplars and beech trees were holding the shades besieged. Then Genutio said, My little children, stay here in this wood, and eat and drink merrily. But if you want anything, follow this line of ashes which I have been stirring as we came along. This will be a clue to lead you out of the labyrinth and bring you straight home. Then giving them both a kiss, he returned weeping to his house. But at the hour when all creatures, summoned by the constables of night, paid to nature the tax of needful repose, the two children began to feel afraid at remaining in that lonesome place, where the waters of a river, which was threshing, the impertinent stones were obstructing its course, would have frightened even a hero. So they went slowly along the path of ashes, and it was already midnight ere they reached their home. When Pascosa, their stepmother, saw the children, she acted not like a woman, but a perfect fury. Crying aloud, ringing her hand, stamping with her feet, snorting like a frightened horse and exclaiming, What fine piece of work is this? Is there no way of ridding the house of these creatures? Is it possible, husband, that you are determined to keep them here to plague my very life out? Go, take them out of my sight. I'll not wait for the crowing of cocks in the cackling of hens, or else be assured that tomorrow morning I'll go off to my parents' house, for you do not deserve me. I have not brought you so many fine things, only to be made the slave of children who are not my own. Poor Januchio, who saw that matters were growing rather too warm, immediately took the little ones and returned to the wood. We're giving the children another basket full of food, he said to them. You see, my dears, how this wife of mine, who has come to my house to be your ruin and a nail in my heart, hates you. Therefore remain in this wood, where the trees, more compassionate, will give you shelter from the sun, where the river, more charitable, will give you drink without poison, and the earth, more kind, will give you a pillow of grass without danger. And when you want food, follow this little path of brand which I have made for you in a straight line, and you can come and seek what you require. So saying, he turned away his face, not to let himself be seen to weep and disheartened the poor little creatures. When Nanilo and Nanilo had eaten all that was in the basket, they wanted to return home. But alas, a jackass, the son of ill luck, had eaten up all the brand that was strewn upon the ground. So they lost their way, and wandered about forlorn in the wood for several days, feeding on acorns and chestnuts, which they found forlorn on the ground. But as heaven always extends its arm over the innocent, they came by chance a prince to hunt in that wood. Then Nanilo, hearing the baying of the helms, was so frightened that he crept into a hollow tree, and Nanilo set off running at full speed, and ran until she came out of the wood, and found herself on the seashore. Now it happened that some pirates who had landed there to get fuel saw Nanilo and carried her off, and their captain took her home with him where he and his wife, having just lost a little girl, took her as their daughter. Meanwhile Nanilo, who had hidden himself in the tree, was surrounded by the dogs, which made such a furious barking that the prince sent to find out the cause, and when he discovered the pretty little boy, who was so young that he could not tell who were his father and mother. He ordered one of the huntsmen to set him upon his saddle, and take him to the royal palace. Then he had him brought up with great care, and instructed in various ways to take care of Nanilo. In various arts, and among others, he had him taught that of a carver, so that before three or four years had passed, Nanilo became so expert in his art that he could carve a joint to a hair. Now about this time it was discovered that the captain of the ship who had taken Nanilo to his house was a sea robber, and the people wished to take him prisoner. But getting timely notice from the clerks and the law courts who were his friends, and whom he kept in his pay, he fled with all his family. It was decreed, however, perhaps by the judgment of heaven, that he who had committed his crimes upon the sea, upon the sea should suffer the punishment of them. For having embarked in a small boat, no sooner was he upon the open sea, than there came such a storm of wild and tumult of the waves that the boat was upset and all were drowned, all except Nanilo, who having had no share in the course's robberies, like his wife and children. Escaped the danger. For just then a large enchanted fish, which was swimming about the boat, opened its huge throat and swallowed her down. The little girl now thought to herself that her days were surely at an end, when suddenly she found a thing to amaze her inside the fish. Beautiful fields and fine gardens, and a splendid mansion, with all that heart could desire, in which she lived like a princess. Then she was carried quickly by the fish to a rock, where it chanced that the prince had come to escape the burning heat of the summer, and to enjoy the cool sea breezes. And whilst a great banquet was preparing, Nanilo had stepped out upon a balkany of the palace on the rock to sharpen some knives, priding himself greatly on acquiring honor from his office. When Nanilo saw him through the fish's throat, she cried aloud, Brother, Brother, your task is done, the tables are laid out every one, but here in the fish I must sit and sigh, O brother, without you I soon shall die. Nanilo at first paid no attention to the voice, but the prince, who was standing on another balkany, and had also heard it, turned in the direction whence the sound came, and saw the fish. And when he again heard the same words, he was beside himself with amazement, and ordered a number of servants to try whether by any means they could ensnare the fish and draw it to land. At last hearing the words, Brother, Brother, continually repeated, he asked all his servants one by one whether any of them had lost a sister. And Nanilo replied that he recollected, as a dream, having had a sister when the prince found him in the wood, but that he had never since heard any tidings of her. Then the prince told him to go nearer to the fish and see what was the matter, for perhaps this adventure might concern him. As soon as Nanilo approached the fish, it raised up its head upon the rock, and opening its throat six palms wide, Nanilo stepped out, so beautiful, that she looked just like a nymph in some interlude, come forth from that animal at the incantation of a magician. And when the prince asked her how it had all happened, she told him a part of a sad story, and the hatred of their stepmother. But not being able to recollect the name of their father, nor of their home, the prince caused a proclamation to be issued, commanding that whoever had lost two children, named Nanilo and Nanilo in a wood, should come to the royal palace, and he would there receive joyful news of them. Genutio, who had all this time passed a sad and disconsolate life, believing that his children had been devoured by rules, now hastened with greatest joy to seek the prince, and told him that he had lost the children. And when he had related the story, how he had been compelled to take them to the wood, the prince gave him a good scolding, calling him a blockhead for allowing a woman to put her heel upon his neck, till he was brought to send away two such jewels as his children. But after he had broken Genutio's head with these words, he applied to it the plaster of consolation, showing him the children whom the father embraced and kissed for half an hour without being satisfied. Then the prince made him pull off his jacket, and had him dressed like a lord, and sending for Genutio's wife, he showed her those two golden pippins, asked her what that person would deserve who should do them any harm, and even endanger their lives. And she replied, For my part, I would put her into a closed cask and send her rolling down a mountain. So it shall be done, said the prince. The goat has buttered at herself. Quick now, you have passed the sentence and you must suffer it, for having borne these beautiful step-children such malice. So he gave orders that the sentence should be instantly executed. Then choosing a very rich lord among his vassals, he gave him Nanela to wife, and the daughter of another great lord to Nanilo, allowing them enough to live upon with their father, so that they wanted for nothing in the world. But the stepmother shut into the cask and shut out from life, kept on crying through the bunghole as long as she had breath. To him who mischief seeks, shall mischief fall. There comes an hour that recompenses all. End of Chapter 30