 Preface. From the Lylok Fairy Book. 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 ML Co and Cleveland, Ohio. July 2007. The Lylok Fairy Book. Edited by Andrew Lang. Preface. What cases are you engaged in at present? Are you stopping many teeth just now? What people have you converted lately? Do ladies put these questions to the men, lawyers, dentists, clergymen, and so forth, who happen to sit next to them at dinner parties? I do not know whether ladies thus indicate their interest in the occupation of their casual neighbors at the hospital or the board. But if they do not know me, or do not know me well, they generally ask, are you writing anything now? As if they should ask a painter, are you painting anything now? Or a lawyer? Have you any cases at present? Sometimes they are more definite and inquire, what are you writing now? As if I must be writing something, which indeed is the case, though I dislike being reminded of it. It is an awkward question, because the fair being does not care a bawby what I am writing. Nor would she be much enlightened if I replied, Madame, I am engaged on a treatise intended to prove that normal is prior to conceptual totemism, though that answer would be as true as in fact as obscure in significance. The best plan seems to be to answer that I have entirely abandoned mere literature and in contemplating a book on the causes of early blight in the potato, a melancholy circumstance which threatens to deprive us of our chief, escalant root. The inquire would never be undeceived. One nymph, who, like the rest, could not keep off the hard topic of my occupation, said, You never write anything but fairy books, do you? A French gentleman, too, an educationist and expert in portraits of Queen Mary, once sent me a newspaper article in which she had written that I was exclusively devoted to the composition of fairy books and nothing else. He then came to England, visited me, and found that I knew rather more about the portraits of Queen Mary than he did. In truth, I never did write any fairy books in my life except Prince Prigueaux, Prince Ricardo, and tales from a fairy court, that of the aforesaid Prigueaux. I take this opportunity of recommending these fairy books, poor things, but my own, to parents and guardians who may never have heard of them. They are rich in romantic adventure, and the princes always marry the right princesses and live happily ever afterwards, while the wicked witches, stepmothers, tutors, and governesses are never cruelly punished, but retired to the country on ample pensions. I hate cruelty. I never put a wicked stepmother in a barrel and send her tobogganing down a hill. It is true that Prince Ricardo did kill the yellow dwarf, but that was in fair fight, sword and hand, and the dwarf, peace to his ashes, died in harness. The object of these confessions is not only that of advertising my own fairy books, which are not out of print, if your bookseller says so, the truth is not in him, but of giving credit where credit is due. The fairy books have been almost wholly the work of Mrs. Lang, who has translated and adapted them from the French, German, Portuguese, Italian, Spanish, Catalan, and other languages. My part has been that of Adam, according to Mark Twain, in the Garden of Eden. Eve worked, Adam superintended. I also superintend. I find out where the stories are and advise and ensure it superintend. I do not write the stories out of my own head. The reputation of having written all the fairy books, a European reputation in nurseries and the United States of America, is, quote, the burden of an honor unto which I was not born. It weighs upon and is killing me, as the general fasc of being the wife of Lord of Burleigh, Burleigh House by Stamford Town, was too much for the village maid and the spouse by that peer. Nobody really wrote most of the stories. People told them in all parts of the world, long before Egyptian hieroglyphs or Cretan signs or Cyprian salabaries or alphabets were invented. They are older than reading and writing and arose like wildflowers before men had any education to quarrel over. The grannies told them to the grandchildren and when the grandchildren became grannies they repeated the same old tales to the new generation. Homer knew the stories and made up the Odyssey out of a half dozen of them. All the history of Greece till about 800 B.C. is a string of the fairy tales. All about Theseus and Heracles and Oedipus and Minos and Perseus in a cabinet de fée, a collection of fairy tales. Shakespeare took them and put bits of them in the kingly or in other plays. He could not have made them up himself great as he was. Let ladies and gentlemen think of this when they sit down to write fairy tales and have them lightly typed and send them to Messier's Longman and Company to be published. They think that to write a new fairy tale is easy work. They are mistaken. The thing is impossible. Nobody can write a new fairy tale. You can only mix up and dress up the old, old stories and put the characters into new dresses as Mrs. Thackeray did so well in Five Old Friends. If any big girl of 14 reads this preface, let her insist on being presented with Five Old Friends. But the 365 authors who try to write new fairy tales are very tiresome. They always begin with a little boy or girl who goes out and meets the fairies of Polyansuses and Gardenias and Apple Blossoms. Quote, flowers and fruits and other winged things. These fairies try to be funny and fail, or they try to preach and succeed. Real fairies never preach or talk slang. At the end a little boy or girl wakes up and finds that he has been dreaming. Such are the new fairy stories. May we be preserved from all the sort of them. Our stories are almost all old, some from Ireland before that island was as celebrated for her wrongs as for her verdeur. Some from Asia made, I dare say, before the Aryan invasion. Some from Moidart, Knoidart, Morar and Ardmachurin where the sea streams run like great clear rivers and the saw-edged hills are blue and men remember Prince Charlie. Some are from Portugal where the golden fruits grow in the garden of the Hesperides. Some are from Wild Whales and were told at Arthur's Court and others come from the fireside of the kinsmen of the Welsh, the Bretons. There are also modern tales by a learned Scandinavian named Topelius. All the stories were translated or adapted by Mrs. Lange except the Jogi's punishment and Moti, done by Major Campbell out of the Pushtu language. How brave Walter hunted wolves which, with little assay in the raspberry worm, was done from Topelius by Miss Harding and the Sea King's gift by Miss Christie from the same author. It has been suggested to the editor that children and parents and guardians would like the grey true ghost story book. He knows that the children would like it well and he would gladly give it to them. But about the taste of fond anxious mothers and kind aunts he is not quite so certain. Before he was twelve the editor knew true ghost stories enough to fill a volume. They were a pure joy till bedtime but then and later were not wholly a source of unmixed pleasure. At that time the editor was not afraid of the dark for he thought if a ghost is here we can't see him. But when older and better informed persons say that ghosts bought their own light with them which is too true, then one's emotions were such as parents do not desire the young to endure. For this reason the grey true ghost story book is never likely to be illustrated by Mr. Ford. End of Preface from the Lilac Fairy Book edited by Andrew Lange. This recording is in the public domain. The shifty lad from the Lilac Fairy Book. 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 Becky Miller. The Lilac Fairy Book by Andrew Lange editor. In the land of Aaron there dwelt long ago a widow who had an only son. He was a clever boy so she saved up enough money to send him to school and as soon as he was old enough to apprentice him to any trade that he would choose. But when the time came he said he would not be bound to any trade and that he meant to be a thief. Now his mother was very sorrowful when she heard of this but she knew quite well that if she tried to stop his having his own way he would only grow more determined to get it. So all the answers she made was at the end of thieves was hanging at the bridge of Dublin and then she left him alone hoping that when he was older he might become more sensible. One day she was going to church to hear a sermon from a great preacher and she begged the shifty lad as the neighbors called him from the tricks he played to come with her. But he only laughed and declared that he did not like sermons adding however I will promise you this that the first trade you hear named after you come out from church shall be my trade for the rest of my life. These words gave a little comfort to the poor woman and her heart was lighter than before as she bade him farewell. When the shifty lad thought that the hour had nearly come for the sermon to be over he hid himself in some bushes and a little path that led straight to his mother's house and as she passed along thinking of all the good things she had heard a voice shouted close to her ear robbery robbery robbery the suddenness of it made her jump. The naughty boy had managed to change his voice so that she did not know it for his and he had concealed himself so well that though she peered about all round her she could see no one. As soon as she had turned the corner the shifty lad came out and by running very fast through the wood he contrived to reach home before his mother who found him stretched out comfortably before the fire. Well have you got any news to tell me? Asked he. No nothing for I left the church at once and did not stop to speak to anyone. Oh then no one has mentioned a trade to you he said in tones of disappointment. Yes she replied slowly at least as I walked down the path a voice cried out robbery robbery robbery but that was all and quite enough to answer the boy what did I tell you that is going to be my trade. Then your end will be hanging at the bridge of Dublin said she but there was no sleep for her that night for she lay in the dark thinking about her son. If he is to be a thief at all he had better be a good one and who was there that can teach him the mother asked herself but an idea came to her and she rose early before the son was up and set off for the home of the black rogue or gallows bird who was such a wonderful thief that though all had been robbed by him no one could catch him. Good morning to you said the woman as she reached the place where the black gallows bird lived when he was not away on his business. My son has a fancy to learn your trade will you be kind enough to teach him. If he is clever I don't mind trying answer the black gallows bird and of course if anyone can turn him into a first-rate thief it is I but if he is stupid it is of no use at all I can't bear stupid people no he isn't stupid said the woman with a sigh so tonight after dark I will send him to you the shifty lad jumped for joy when his mother told him where she had been I will become the best thief in all Aaron he cried and paid no heed when his mother shook her head and murmured something about the bridge of Dublin every evening after dark the shifty lad went to the home of the black gallows bird and many were the new tricks he learned by and by he was allowed to go out with the bird and watch him at work and at last there came a day when his master thought that he had grown clever enough to help him in a big robbery. There was a rich farmer up there on the hill who has just sold all his fat cattle for much money and has bought some lean ones which will cost him little now it happens that while he has received the money for the fat cattle he has not yet paid the price of the thin ones which he has in the cowhouse tomorrow he will go to the market with the money in his hand so tonight we must get at the chest when all is quiet we will hide in the loft there was no moon and it was the night of Halloween and everyone was burning nuts and catching apples in a tub of water with their hands tied to all sorts of other games till the shifty lad grew quite tired of waiting for them to get to bed the black gallows bird who was more accustomed to the business tucked himself up on the hay and went to sleep telling the boy to wake him when the merry makers had departed but the shifty lad who could keep still no longer crept down to the cow shed and loosened the heads of the cattle which were tied and they began to kick each other and bellow and made such a noise that the company in the farmhouse ran out to tie them up again then the shifty lad entered the room and picked up a big handful of nuts and returned to the loft where the black rogue was still sleeping at first the shifty lad shut his eyes too but very soon he sat up and taking a big needle and thread from his pocket he sewed the hem of the black gallows bird's coat to a heavy piece of bullock's hide that was hanging at his back by this time the cattle were all tied up again but as the people could not find their nuts they sat round the fire and began to tell stories I will crack a nut said the shifty lad you shall not cry the black gallows bird they will hear you I don't care answered the shifty lad I never spent halloween yet without cracking a nut and he cracked one someone is cracking nuts up there said one of the merry-makers in the farmhouse come quickly and we will see who it is he spoke loudly and the black gallows bird heard and ran out of the loft dragging the big leather hide after him which the shifty lad had sewed to his coat he is stealing my hide shouted the farmer and they all darted after him but he was too swift for them and at last he managed to tear the hide from his coat and then he flew like a hare till he reached his old hiding place but all this took a long time and meanwhile the shifty lad got down from the loft and searched the house till he found the chest with the gold and silver in it concealed behind a load of straw and covered with loaves of bread and a great cheese the shifty lad slung the money bags round his shoulders and took the bread and the cheese under his arm then set out quietly for the black rogues house here you are at last you villain cried his master in great wrath but I will be revenged on you it is all right reply the shifty lad calmly I have brought what you wanted and he laid the things he was carrying down on the ground ah you are the better thief said the black rogues wife and the black rogue added yes it is you who are the clever boy and they divided the spoil and the black gallows bird had one half and the shifty lad the other half a few weeks after that the black gallows bird had news of a wedding that was to be held near the town and the bridegroom had many friends and everybody sent him a present now a rich farmer who lived up near the moor thought that nothing was so useful to a young couple when they first began to keep house they found fat sheep so he bade his shepherd go off to the mountain where the flock were feeding and bring him back the best he could find and the shepherd chose out the largest and fattest of the sheep and the one with the whitest fleece then he tied its feet together and put it across his shoulder for he had a long way to go that day the shifty lad happened to be wandering over the moor when he saw the man with the sheep on his shoulder walking along the road to the black rogues house the sheep was heavy and the man was in no hurry so he came slowly and the boy knew that he himself could easily get back to his master before the shepherd was even in sight I will wager he cried as he pushed quickly through the bushes which hid the cabin I will wager that I will steal the sheep from the man that is coming before he passes here will you indeed said the gallows bird I will wager you a hundred silver pieces nothing of the sort well I will try it anyway replied the boy and disappeared in the bushes he ran fast till he entered a wood through which the shepherd must go and then he stopped and taking off one of his shoes smeared it with mud and set it in the path when this was done he slipped behind a rock and waited very soon the man came up and seeing the shoe lying there he stooped and looked at it as if it was dirty still if I had the fellow I would be at the trouble of cleaning it so he threw the shoe down again and went on the shifty lad smiled as he heard him and picking up the shoe he crept round by a short way and laid the other shoe on the path a few minutes later the shepherd arrived and beheld the second shoe lying on the path why that is the fellow of the dirty shoe he exclaimed when he saw it there was a pair of good shoes and he put the sheep on the grass and returned to fetch the shoe then the shifty lad put on his shoes and picking up the sheep carried it home and the black rogue paid him the hundred marks of his wager when the shepherd reached the farmhouse at night he told his tale to his master who scolded him for being stupid and careless and bade him go the next day to the mountain and fetch him a kid but the shifty lad was on the lookout and he hid himself in the wood and the moment the man drew near with the kid on his shoulders began to bleed like a sheep and no one, not even the sheep's own mother could have told the difference why it must have got its feet loose and have strayed after all thought the man and he put the kid on the grass and hurried off in the direction of the bleeding then the boy ran back and picked up the kid the shepherd could hardly believe his eyes when he returned from seeking the sheep and found that the kid had vanished he was afraid to go home until the same tale that he had told yesterday so he searched the wood through and through till night was nearly come then he felt that there was no help for it and he must go home and confess to his master of course the farmer was very angry at this second misfortune but this time he told him of the big bulls from the mountain and warned him that if he lost that he would lose his place also again the shifty lad who was on the watch perceived him pass by and when he saw the man returning with the great bull he cried to the black rogue be quick and come into the wood and we will try to get the bull also but how can we do that asked the black rogue oh quite easily you hide yourself out there with the sheep and I will go in the other direction and bleep like a kid it will be all right I assure you the shepherd was walking slowly driving the bull before him when he suddenly heard a loud baa among the bushes far away on one side of the path and a feeble bleep answering it from the other side why it must be the sheep and the kid that I lost said he yes surely it must he went off after the sheep and the kid and searched the wood till he was tired of course by the time he came back the two thieves had driven the bull home and killed him for meat so the man was obliged to go to his master and confessed that he had been tricked again after this the black rogue and the shifty lad grew bolder and bolder and stole great quantities of cattle and sold them and grew quite rich one day they were returning from the market with a large sum of money when they passed a gallows erected on the top of a hill let us stop and look at that gallows exclaimed the shifty lad I have never seen one so close before yet some say that it is the end of all thieves there was no one in sight and they carefully examined every part of it I wonder how it feels to be hanged said the shifty lad I should like to know in case they ever catch me I'll try first and then you can do so as he spoke he fastened the loose cord about his neck and when it was quite secure he told the black rogue to take the other end of the rope and draw him up from the ground when I am tired of it I will shake my legs and then you must let me down said he the black rogue drew up the rope but in half a minute the shifty lad's legs began to shake and he quickly let it down again you can't imagine what a funny feeling the hanging gives you murmured the shifty lad who looked rather purple in the face and spoke in an odd voice I don't think you have ever tried it or you wouldn't have let me go up first why it is the pleasantest thing I have ever done I was shaking my legs from sheer delight and if you had been there you would have shaken your legs too well let me try if it is so nice answered the black rogue but be sure you tie the knot securely and pull down and break my neck oh I will see to that replied the shifty lad when you are tired just whistle and I'll let you down so the black rogue was drawn up and as soon as he was as high as the rope would allow him to go the shifty lad called to him don't forget to whistle when you want to come down but if you are enjoying yourself as I did shake your legs and in a moment the black rogue's legs began to shake and to kick and below watching him and laughing heartily oh how funny you are if you could only see yourself oh you sure are funny but when you have had enough whistle and you shall be let down and he rocked again with laughter but no whistle came and soon the legs ceased to shake and to kick for the black gallows bird was dead as the shifty lad intended he should be then he went home and told her that her husband was dead and that he was ready to marry her if she liked but the woman had been fond of the black rogue thief though he was and she shrank from the shifty lad in horror and set the people after him and he had to fly to another part of the country where none knew of his doings perhaps if the shifty lad's mother knew anything of this she may have thought that by this time her son might be tired of stealing but in reality he loved the tricks and the danger and life would have seemed very dull without them so he went on just as before and made friends whom he taught to be as wicked as himself till they took to robbing the king's store houses and by the advice of the wise man the king sent out soldiers to catch the band of thieves for a long while they tried in vain to lay hands on them the shifty lad was too clever for them all and if they laid traps for them at last one night he stole upon some soldiers while they were asleep in a barn and killed them and persuaded the villagers that if they did not kill the other soldiers before morning they would certainly be killed themselves thus it happened that when the sun rose not a single soldier was alive in the village of course this news soon reached the king's ears and he was very angry and summoned the wise man to take counsel with him the counsel of the wise man that he should invite all the people in the countryside to a ball and among them the bold and impudent thief would be sure to come and would be sure to ask the king's daughter to dance with him your counsel is good said the king who made his feast and prepared for his ball and all the people of the countryside were present and the shifty lad came with them when everyone had eaten and drunk as much as they wanted they went into the ballroom there was a great throng and while they were pressing through the doorway the wise man who had a bottle of black ointment hidden in his robes placed a tiny dot on the cheek of the shifty lad near his ear the shifty lad felt nothing but as he approached the king's daughter to ask her to be his partner he caught sight of the black dot in a silver mirror instantly he guessed he said nothing and danced so beautifully that the princess was quite delighted with him at the end of the dance he bowed low to his partner and left her to mingle with the crowd that was filling the doorway as he passed the wise man he contrived not only to steal the bottle but to place two black dots on his face and one on the faces of twenty other men then he slipped the bottle back in the wise man's robe by and by he went up to the king's daughter again and begged for the honor of another dance she consented and while he was stooping to tie the ribbons on his shoe she took out from her pocket another bottle which the wizard had given her and put a black dot on his cheek but she was not as skillful as the wise man and the shifty lad felt the touch of her fingers so as soon as the dance was over he contrived to place a second black dot on the faces of the twenty men and two more on the wizard after which he slipped the bottle into her pocket at length the ball came to an end and then the king ordered all the doors to be shut and search made for a man with two black dots on his cheek the chamberlain went among the guests and soon found such a man but just as he was going to arrest him and bring him before the king his eye fell on another with the same mark and another and another until he had counted twenty besides the wise man on whose face were found spots not knowing what to do the chamberlain hurried back with his tail to the king who immediately sent for the wise man and then for his daughter the thief must have stolen your bottle said the king to the wizard no my lord it is here answered the wise man holding it out then he must have got yours he cried turning to his daughter in deep father it is safe in my pocket replied she taking it out as she spoke and they all three looked at each other and remained silent well said the king at last the man who has done this is cleverer than most men and if he will make himself known to me he shall marry the princess and govern half my kingdom while I am alive and the whole of it when I am dead go and announce this in the ballroom to the attendant and bring the fellow hither so the attendant went into the ballroom and did as the king had bitten him when to his surprise not one man but twenty stepped forward all with black dots on their faces I am the person you want they all exclaimed at once and the attendant as much bewildered as the chamberlain had been desired them to follow him into the king's presence it was too difficult for the king to decide so he called together his council for hours they talked but to no purpose and in the end they hit upon a plan which they might just as well have thought of at the beginning and this was the plan a child was to be brought to the palace and next the king's daughter would give her an apple then the child was to take the apple and be led into the room where the twenty men with the black dots were sitting in a ring and the child gave the apple that man should marry the king's daughter of course said the king it may not be the right man after all but then again it may be anyhow it is the best we can do the princess herself led the child into the room where the twenty men were now seated she took in the center of the ring for a moment looking at one man after another and then held out the apple casting a shaving of wood round his finger and had the mouthpiece of a bagpipe hanging from his neck you ought not to have anything which the others have not got said the chamberlain who had accompanied the princess and he bade the child stand outside for a minute while he took away the shaving and the mouthpiece and made the shifty lad change his place then he called the child in but the little girl knew him again so he took the apple this is the man whom the child has twice chosen said the chamberlain signing to the shifty lad to kneel before the king it was all quite fair we tried it twice over in this way the shifty lad won the king's daughter and they were married the next day a few days later the bride and bridegroom were taking a walk together and the path led down to the river to the shifty lad and the princess told him that this was the bridge of Dublin is it indeed cried he well now many is the time that my mother has said when I played her a trick that my end would be that I should hang on the bridge of Dublin oh if you want to fulfill her prophecies laughed that princess you only have to let me tie my handkerchief round your ankle and I will hold you as you hang over the wall of the bridge is it enough to hold me up oh yes I am said the princess just try so at last he let her bind the handkerchief round his ankle and hang him over the wall and they both laughed and gested at the strength of the princess now pull me up again called he but as he spoke a great cry arose that the palace was burning the princess turned round with a start and let go her handkerchief and the shifty lad fell and struck his head on a stone and died in an instant so his mother's prophecy had come true after all end of the shifty lad West Highland Tales this recording is in the public domain the false prince and the true from the lilac fairy book 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 Katherine Monakia the lilac fairy book by Andrew Lang editor the false prince and the true a tale from Portugal the king had just awakened from his midday sleep for it was summer and everyone rose early and rested from 12 to 3 as they do in hot countries he had dressed himself in cool white clothes and was passing through the hall on his way to the council chamber when a number of young nobles suddenly appeared before him and one amongst them stepped forward and spoke sire, this morning we were all playing tennis in the court the prince and this gentleman with the rest when there broke out some dispute about the game the prince lost his temper and said many insulting things to the other who was playing against him till at length the gentleman whom you see there struck him violently in the face so that the blood ran from his mouth and nose we were also horrified at the sight that we should most likely have killed the man then and there for daring to lay hands on the prince had not his grandfather the duke stepped between and commanded us to lay the affair before you the king had listened attentively to the story I suppose the prince had no arms with him or else he would have used them yes sire, he had arms he always carries a dagger in his belt but when he saw the blood pouring from his face he went to a corner of the court and began to cry which was the strangest thing of all on hearing this the king would walk to the window and stood for a few minutes with his back to the room where the company of young men remained silent then he came back his face white and stern I tell you, he said and it is the solemn truth that I would rather you had told me that the prince was dead though he is my only son then know that he would suffer such an injury without attempting to avenge it as for the gentleman who struck him he will be brought before my judges and will plead his own cause but I hardly think he can escape death after having assaulted the heir to the crown the young man raised his head as if to reply but the king would not listen and commanded his guards to put him under arrest adding, however that if the prisoner wished to visit any part of the city he was at liberty to do so properly guarded and in 15 days he would be brought to trial before the highest judges in the land the young man left the king's presence surrounded by soldiers and accompanied by many of his friends for he was a great favorite by their advice he spent the 14 days that remained to him going about to seek counsel from wise men of all sorts as to how he might escape death but no one could help him for none could find any excuse for the blow he had given to the prince the 14th night had come and in despair the prisoner went out to take his last walk through the city he wandered on hardly knowing where he went and his face was so white and desperate that none of his companions dared speak to him the sad little procession had passed some hours in this manner when near the gate of a monastery an old woman appeared round a corner and suddenly stood before the young man she was bent almost double and was so wizened and wrinkled that she looked at least 90 only her eyes were bright and quick as those of a girl sir, she said I know all that has happened to you and how you are seeking if in any wise you can save your life but there is none that can answer that question save only I myself if you will promise to do all I ask at her words the prisoner felt as if a load had all at once been rolled off him oh save me I will do anything he cried it is so hard to leave the world and go out into the darkness of this old woman you have only got to marry me and you will soon be free marry you? exclaimed he but I am not yet twenty and you why you must be a hundred at least oh no it is quite impossible he spoke without thinking but the flash of anger which started from her eyes made him feel uncomfortable however all she said was as you like since he rejects me let the crows have you and hurried away down the street he understood that he had thrown away his sole chance of life well if he must he must he said to himself and began to run as fast as he could after the old crone who by this time could scarcely be seen even in the moonlight who would have believed a woman past ninety could walk with such a speed it seemed more like flying but at length breathless and exhausted he reached her side and gasped out madam pardon me for my hasty words just now I was wrong for you made me ah I thought you would come to your senses answered she in a rather odd voice we have no time to lose follow me at once and they went on silently and swiftly so they stopped at the door of a small house in which the priest lived before him the old woman bade the prisoner swear that she should be his wife and this he did in the presence of witnesses then begging the priest and the guards to leave them alone for a little she told the young man when the next morning he was brought before the king and the judges the hall was full to overflowing when the prisoner entered it and all marveled at the brightness of his face the king inquired if he had any excuse to plead for the high treason he had committed by striking the air to the throne and if so to be quick in setting it forth with a low bow the youth made answer in a clear voice oh my lord and gracious king and you nobles and wise men of the land I leave my cause without fear in your hands knowing that you will listen and judge rightly and that you will suffer me to speak to the end before you give judgment for four years you oh king had been married to the queen and yet had no children which grieved youth greatly the queen saw this and likewise that your love was going from her and thought night and day at length when you were away fighting in distant countries she decided what she would do and adopted in secret the baby of a poor quarryman sending a messenger to tell you that you had a son no one suspected the truth except a priest to whom the queen confessed the truth and in a few weeks she fell ill and died leaving the baby to be brought up as became a prince and now if your highness will permit me I will speak of myself she told me answered the king is so strange that I cannot imagine what more there is to tell but go on with your story one day shortly after the death of the queen continued the young man your highness was hunting and outstripped all your attendants while chasing the deer you were in a part of the country which you did not know so seeing an orchard all pink and white with apple blossoms and a girl tossing a ball but when she turned to answer you you were so struck with her beauty that all else fled from your mind again and again you rode back to see her and at length persuaded her to marry you she only thought you a poor knight and agreed that as you wished it the marriage should be kept secret after the ceremony you gave her three rings and a charm with a cross on it and then put her in a cottage in the forest thinking to hide the matter securely for some months you visited but a rebellion broke out in a distant part of the kingdom and called for your presence when next you rode up to the cottage it was empty and none could inform you whether your bride had gone that sire I can now tell you and the young man paused and looked at the king who colored deeply she went back to her father the old duke once your chamberlain and the cross on her breast revealed at once who you were fierce was his anger from you to the day when you would claim her publicly as your queen by and by I was born and was brought up by my grandfather and one of his great houses here are the rings you gave to my mother and here is the cross and these will prove if I am your son or not as he spoke the young man laid the jewels at the feet of the king and the nobles and the judges pressed round to examine them and all about him and saw only the apple orchard as it was twenty years ago and the beautiful girl playing at ball a sudden silence round him made him look up and he found the eyes of the assembly fixed on him it is true it is he who is my son and not the other he said with an effort and let every man's presence swear to acknowledge him as king after my death therefore one by one a false prince forbidding him ever again to appear at court though a handsome pension was granted him at last the ceremony was over and the king signing to his newly found son to follow him rose and went into another room tell me how you knew all that he said throwing himself into a carved chair filled with crimson cushions and the prince told of his meeting with the old woman who had brought him the jewels from his mother he did not want to do it on account of the difference in their ages and besides he would rather receive a bride chosen by the king himself but the king frowned and answered sharply you swore to marry her if she saved your life and come what may you must fulfill your promise then striking a silver shield that hung close by he said to the inquiry who appeared immediately go and seek the priest who lives near the door of the prison and ask him where you can find the old woman who visited him last night and when you have found her bring her to the palace it took some time to discover the whereabouts of the old woman but at length it was accomplished and when she arrived at the palace with the inquiry she was received with royal honors as became the bride of the prince the guards looked at each other with astonished eyes as the wizened creature bowed with age past between their lines but they were more amazed still at the lightness of her step standing with the prince at his side if they both felt a shock at the appearance of the aged lady they did not show it and the king with a grave bow took her band and led her to the chapel where a bishop was waiting to perform the marriage ceremony for the next few weeks little was seen of the prince who spent all his days in hunting and trying to forget the old wife at home as for the princess no one troubled himself about her and she passed the days alone in her apartments for she had absolutely declined the services of the ladies in waiting whom the king had appointed for her one night the prince returned after a longer chase than usual and he was so tired that he went up straight to bed suddenly he was awakened by a strange noise in the room and suspecting that a robber might have stolen in he jumped out of bed and seized his sword and perceived that the noise proceeded from the next room which belonged to the princess and was lighted by a burning torch creeping softly to the door he peeped through it and beheld her lying quietly with a crown of gold and pearls upon her head her wrinkles all gone and her face which was whiter than the snow as fresh as that of a girl of 14 could that really be his wife that beautiful beautiful creature smiled at him yes I really am your wife she said as if she had guessed his thoughts and the enchantment is ended now I must tell you who I am and what befell to cause me to take the shape of an old woman the king of Granada is my father and I was born in the palace which overlooks the plain of the Vega I was only a few months old when a wicked fairy who had a spite against my parents cast a spell over me telling my skin till I looked as if I was 100 years old and making me such an object of disgust to everyone that at length the king ordered my nurse to take me away from the palace she was the only person who cared about me and we lived together in this city on a small pension allowed me by the king when I was about three an old man arrived at our house and begged my nurse to let him come in and rest as he could walk no longer he took such care of him that by and by he was as strong as ever in gratitude for her goodness to him he told her that he was a wizard and could give her anything she could chose to ask for except life or death so she answered that what she longed for most in the world was that my wrinkled skin should disappear and that I should regain the beauty with which I was born to this he replied that as my misfortune resulted from a spell and at any rate he could promise that before my fifteenth birthday I should be freed from the enchantment if I could get a man who would swear to marry me as I was as you may suppose this was not easy as my ugliness was such that no one would look at me a second time my nurse and I were almost in despair as my fifteenth birthday was drawing near and I had never so much as spoken to a man at last we received a visit from the wizard that had happened at court in your story bidding me to put myself in your way when you had lost all hope and offer to save you if you would consent to marry me that is my history and now you must beg the king to send messengers at once to Granada to inform my father of our marriage and I think she added with a smile that he will not refuse us his blessing end of the false prince and the true this recording is in the public domain recording by Katherine Monakia the hoagies punishment from the lilac fairy book 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 Becky Miller Canal Winchester Ohio the lilac fairy book by Andrew Lang editor the hoagies punishment a tale from India once upon a time there came to the ancient city of Rahamatabad a hoagie a Hindu holy man of holy appearance who took up his abode under a tree outside the city where he would sit for days at a time fasting from food and drink motionless except for the fingers that turned restlessly his string of beads the fame of such holiness as this soon spread and daily the citizens would flock to see him eager to get his blessing to watch his devotions or to hear his teaching if he were in the mood to speak very soon the raja himself heard of the hoagie and began regularly to visit him to seek his counsel and to ask his prayers that a son might be vowshaped to him days passed by and at last the raja became a holy man that he determined if possible to get him all to himself so he built in the neighborhood a little shrine with a room or two added to it and a small courtyard closely walled up and when all was ready besought the hoagie to occupy it and to receive no other visitors except himself and his queen and such pupils as the hoagie might choose he lived for some time upon the king's bounty whilst the fame of his godliness grew day by day now although the raja of Rahe Marabad had no son he possessed a daughter who as she grew up became the most beautiful creature that I ever rested upon her father had long before betrothed her to the son of the neighboring raja of Diloram but as yet she had not been to a maiden of her beauty and position the princess had of course heard of the holy man and his miracles and his fasting and she was filled with curiosity to see and to speak to him but this was difficult since she was not allowed to go out except into the palace grounds and then was always closely guarded however at length she found an opportunity and made her way one evening to the hermit's shrine unhappily the hermit was not really as holy as he seemed for no sooner did he see the princess than he fell in love with her wonderful beauty and began to plot in his heart how he could win her for his wife but the maiden was not only beautiful she was also shrewd and as soon as she read in the glance of the hoagie the love that filled his soul she sprang to her feet and hearing her veil about her ran from the place as fast as she could the hoagie tried to follow but he was no match for her so beside himself with rage at finding that he could not overtake her he flung at her a lance which wounded her in the leg the brave princess stopped for a second to pluck the lance out of the wound and then ran on until she found herself safe at home again there she bathed up the wound secretly and told no one how naughty she had been for she knew that her father would punish her severely next day when the king went to visit the hoagie the holy man would neither speak to nor look at him what is the matter asked the king won't you speak to me today I have nothing to say that you would care to hear answered the hoagie why said the king let me tell you all that you say whatever it may be but still the hoagie sat with his face turned away and the more the king pressed him the more silent and mysterious he became at last after much persuasion he said let me tell you then that there is in this city a creature which if you do not put an end to it will kill every single person in the place the king who was easily frightened what he gasped what is this dreaded thing how am I to know it and to catch it only counsel me and help me and I will do all that you advise replied the hoagie it is indeed dreadful it is in the shape of a beautiful girl but it is really an evil spirit last evening it came to visit me and when I looked upon it its beauty faded into hideousness its teeth became horrible fangs its eyes glared like coals of fire great claws sprang from its slender fingers and where I not what I am it might have consumed me the king could hardly speak from alarm but at last he said how am I to distinguish this awful thing when I see it search said the hoagie for a lovely girl with a lance wound in her leg and when she is found secure her safely and come and tell me and I will advise you what to do next away hurried the king and soon said all his soldiers scouring the country for a girl with a lance wound in her leg for two days the search went on and then it was somehow discovered that the only person with a lance wound in the leg was the princess herself the king greatly agitated went off to tell the hoagie and to assure him that there must be some mistake but of course the hoagie was prepared for this and had his answer ready she is not really your daughter who was stolen away at birth but an evil spirit that has taken her form said he solemnly you can do what you like but if you don't take my advice she will kill you all and so solemn he appeared and so unshaken in his confidence he was blinded and he declared that he would do whatever the hoagie advised and believe whatever he said so the hoagie directed him to send him secretly two carpenters and when they arrived he set them to make a great chest so cunningly jointed and put together that neither air nor water could penetrate it there and then the chest was made and when it was ready the hoagie bade the king to bring the princess by night and the two thrust the poor little maiden into the chest and fastened it down with long nails and between them carried it to the river and pushed it out into the stream as soon as the hoagie got back from this deed he called to of his pupils and pretended that it had been revealed to him that there should be found floating on the river a chest with something of great price within it and he bade them go and watch for it at such a place far down the stream and when the chest came slowly along bobbing and turning in the tide they were to seize it and secretly and swiftly bring it to him for he was now determined to put the princess to death himself the pupils set off at once wondering at the strangeness of their errand and still more at the holiness of the hoagie to whom such secrets were revealed it happened that as the next morning was dawning the gallant young prince of Diloram was hunting by the banks of the river with a great following of Wazir's attendants and huntsmen and as he rode he saw floating on the river a large chest which came slowly along bobbing and turning in the tide raising himself in his saddle he gave an order and half a dozen men plunged into the water and drew the chest out onto the river bank where everyone crowded around to see what it could contain the prince was certainly not the least curious among them but he was a cautious young man and as he prepared to open the chest himself he bade all but a few stand back and these few to draw their swords so as to be prepared in case the chest should hold some evil beast or gin or giant when all were ready and expectant the prince with his dagger forced open the lid and flung it back and there lay living and breathing the most lovely maiden he had ever seen in his life although she was half stifled from her confinement in the chest the princess speedily revived and when she was able to sit up the prince began to question her as to who she was and how she came to be shut up in the chest and set afloat upon the water and she lushing and trembling to find herself in the presence of so many strangers told him that she was the princess of Rahamadaban and that she had been put into the chest by her own father when he on his part told her that he was the prince of Diloram the astonishment of the young people was unbounded to find that they who had been betrothed without ever having seen one another should have actually met for the first time in such strange circumstances in fact the prince was so moved by her beauty and modest ways that he called up his wazirs and demanded to be married at once to this lovely lady who had so completely won his heart and married they were then and there upon the river bank and went home to the prince's palace where when the story was told they were welcomed by the old Raja the prince's father and the remainder of the day was given over to feasting and rejoicing but when the banquet was over the bride told her husband that now on the threshold of their married life she had more to relate of her adventures than he had given her the opportunity to tell as yet and then without hiding anything she informed him of all that happened to her from the time she had stolen out to visit the wicked Hogi in the morning the prince called his chief wazir and ordered him to shut up in the chest in which the princess had been found a great monkey that lived chained up in the palace and to take the chest back to the river and set it afloat once more and watch what became of it so the monkey was caught and put into the chest and some of the prince's servants took it down to the river and pushed it off into the water then they followed secretly a long way off to see what became of it meanwhile the Hogi's two pupils watched and watched for the chest until they were nearly tired of watching and were beginning to wonder whether the Hogi was right after all when on the second day they spied the great chest coming floating on the river slowly bobbing and turning in the tide and instantly a great joy and exultation seized them for they thought that here indeed was the life of the wonderful wisdom of their master with some difficulty they secured the chest and carried it back as swiftly and secretly as possible to the Hogi's house as soon as they brought in the chest the Hogi who had been getting very cross and impatient told them to put it down and to go outside whilst he opened the magic chest and even if you hear cries and sounds however alarming you must on no account enter to a closet where lay the silken cord that was to strangle the princess and the two pupils did as they were told and went outside and shut close all the doors presently they heard a great outcry within and the Hogi's voice crying aloud for help but they dared not enter for had they not been told that whatever the noise they must not come in so they sat outside waiting and wondering still and quiet and remained so for such a long time that they determined to enter and see if all was well no sooner had they opened the door leading into the courtyard then they were nearly upset by a huge monkey that came leaping straight to the doorway and escaped past them into the open fields then they stepped into the room and there they saw the Hogi's body lying torn to pieces on the threshold of his dwelling very soon the story spread as stories will and reached the ears of the princess and her husband and when she knew that her enemy was dead she made her peace with her father end of the Hogi's punishment this recording is in the public domain the heart of a monkey from the lilac fairy book 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 Lucy Burgoy the lilac fairy book by Andrew Lang editor the heart of a monkey a tale from Swahili a long time ago a little town made up of a collection of low huts stood in a tiny green valley at the foot of a cliff of course the people had taken great care to build their houses at a breach of the highest tide which might be driven on shore by a west wind but on the very edge of the town there had sprung up a tree so large that half its vows hung over the huts and the other half over the deep sea right under the cliff there was clear water the branches of the tree itself were laden with fruit and every day at sunrise a big grey monkey might have been sitting in the top most branches having his breakfast and chattering to himself with delight after he had eaten all the fruit on the town side of the tree the monkey sprung himself along the branches while he was looking out for a nice shady place where he might purge comfortably he noticed a shark watching him from below with greedy eyes can I do anything for you my friend asked the monkey politely oh if you only would throw me down some of those delicious things I should be so grateful answered the shark after you had lived for 50 years you begin to feel you would like a change and I am so very very tired of the taste of salt well I don't like salt myself said the monkey so if you will open your mouth I will throw this beautiful juicy kuga into it and as he spoke he pulled one easy to hit the shark's mouth as he supposed even when the creature had turned on his back and the first kuga only struck one of his teeth and rolled into the water however the second time the monkey had better luck and the fruit fell right in ah how good cried the shark send me another please even when the monkey grew tired of picking the kuga long before the shark was tired of eating them it is getting late and I must be going home to my children he said at length but if you are here at the same time tomorrow I will give you another treat thank you thank you said the shark showing all his great ugly teeth as he grinned with delight as he made me and he swam away into the shadow hoping to sleep away the time till the monkey came again for weeks the monkey and the shark breakfasted together and it was a wonder that the tree had any fruit left for them they became fast friends and told each other about their homes and their children they ought to know by and by the monkey became rather discontented with his green house in a grove of palms beyond the town and long to see the strange things under the sea which he had heard of from the shark the shark perceived this very clearly and described greater marvels and the monkey as he listened grew more and more gloomy matters were in this state when one day the shark said I really hardly know how to thank you for all your kindness to me during these weeks here I have nothing of my own to offer you but if you would only consent to come home with me how gladly would I give you anything that might happen to take your fancy I should like nothing better cried the monkey his teeth chattering as they always did when he was pleased but how could I get there not by water it makes me ill to think of it oh don't let that trouble you replied the shark you have only to sit on my back and I will undertake that not a drop of water she'll touch you so it was arranged and directly after breakfast the shark swam close up under the tree and the monkey dropped neatly on his back without even a splash after a few minutes for at first he felt a little frightened at his strange position the monkey began to enjoy himself fastly and asked the shark a thousand questions about the fish and the seaweeds as the shark always gave him some sort of answer the monkey never guessed that many of the objects they saw were as new to his guide as to himself the sun had risen and set six times when the shark suddenly said my friend we have now performed half our journey and it is time that I should tell you something about the monkey nothing unpleasant I hope for you sound rather great oh no nothing at all it is only that shortly before we left I heard that the sultan of my country is very ill and that the only thing to cure him is a monkey's heart poor man I am very sorry for him what do you mean asked the shark but the monkey who now understood the whole plot did not answer at once that he was considering what he should say why are you so silent inquired the shark again I was thinking what a pity it was you did not tell me while I was still on land and then I would have brought my heart with me but here said the shark with a puzzled expression oh no of course not is it possible you don't know that when we leave home we always hang up our hearts on trees to prevent their being troublesome however perhaps you won't believe that and we'll just think I have invented it as we can and when we arrive you can look for my heart and if you find it you can kill me the monkey spoke in such a calm in different way that the shark was quite deceived and began to wish he had not been in such a hurry but there is no use going on if your heart is not with you he said at last of course this was just what the monkey wanted but he was careful not to seem too pleased well I don't know he remarked carelessly it is such a long way but you may be right I am sure I am answered the shark and I will swim as quickly as I can and so he did and in three days they caught sight of you your tree hanging over the water with a sigh of relief the monkey caught hold of the nearest branch and swung himself up wait for me here he called out to the shark I am so hungry I must have a little breakfast and then I will go and look for my heart and he went further and further into the branches so that the shark nearly killed himself up and went to sleep are you there cried the shark who was soon tired of swimming about under the cliff and was in haste to be gone the monkey awoke with a start but did not answer are you there called the shark again louder than before and in a very cross voice oh yes I am here but I wish you had not waken me up I was having such a nice nap have you got it asked the shark it is time we were going going where inquired the monkey why to my country of course with your heart you can't have forgotten my dear friend answered the monkey with a chuckle I think you must be going do you take me for a washerman's donkey don't talk nonsense exclaim the shark who did not like being laughed at what do you mean about a washerman's donkey and I wish you would be quick or we may be too late to save the sultan did you really never hear of the washerman's donkey asked the monkey who was enjoying himself immensely she is the beast who has no heart and as I am not feeling very well and I am afraid to start while the sun is so high lest I should get a sunstroke if you like I will come a little nearer and tell you his story very well said the shark sulkily if you won't come I suppose I may as well listen to that as do nothing so the monkey begun a washerman once lived in the great forest on the other side of the town and he had a donkey to keep him company and to carry him wherever he wanted to go for a time they got on very well but by and by the donkey grew lazy and ungrateful for her master's kindness and ran away several miles into the heart of the forest where she did nothing but eat and eat and eat till she grew so fat she could hardly move one day as she was tasting quite a new kind of grass and wondering if it was as good as what she had for dinner the day before a hare happened to pass by well that is a fat creature thought she and turned out of her path to tell the news to a lion who was a friend of hers and had been very ill and was not strong enough to go hunting for himself and when the hare came and told him that a very fat donkey was to be found only a hundred yards off tears of disappointment and weakness filled his eyes what is the good of telling me that he asked in a weepy voice you know I cannot even walk as fast as that palm never mind answered the hare briskly if you can't go to your dinner your dinner she'll come to you and nodding a farewell to the lion she went back to the donkey good morning said she bowing politely to the donkey who lifted her head in surprise excuse my interrupting you but I have come to a very important business indeed answered the donkey it is most kind of you to take the trouble may I inquire what the business is certainly replied the hare it is my friend the lion who has heard so much of your charms and good qualities that he has sent me to beg that you will give him your paw in marriage the request in person but he has been ill and too weak to move poor fellow how sad said the donkey but you must tell him that I feel honoured by his proposal and I will gladly consent to be queen of the beasts will you not come and tell him so yourself asked the hare side by side which led to the lion's house it took a long while for the donkey was so fat with eating she could only walk very slowly and the hare who could have run the distance in about five minutes was obliged to creep along till she almost dropped with fatigue not being able to go at her own pace when at last they arrived looking up at the entrance looking very pale and thin the donkey suddenly grew shy and hung her head but the lion put on his best manners and invited both his visitors to come in and make themselves comfortable very soon the hare got up and said well as I have another engagement I will leave you to make acquaintance with your future husband looking at the lion she bounded away the donkey expected that as soon as they were left alone the lion would begin to speak at their marriage and where they should live but as he said nothing she looked up to her surprise and terror she saw him crouching in the corner his eyes glaring with a red light and with a loud roar he sprung towards her and he had had time to prepare herself and jumping on one side dealt the lion such a hard kick that he shrieked with the pain again and again he struck at her with his claws but the donkey could bite too as well as the lion who was very weak after his illness and at last a well planted kick knocked him right over groaning with pain the donkey did not wait for him to get up but ran away as fast as she could and was lost in the forest now the hare who knew quite well what would happen had not gone to do her business but hid herself in some bushes behind the cave where she could hear quite clearly the sounds of the battle when all was quiet again she crept gently out and stole round the corner well lion have you killed her asked she running swiftly up the path killed her indeed answered the lion softly it is she who has nearly killed me I never knew a donkey could kick like that though I took care she should carry away the marks of my claws fancy such a great fat creature being able to fight cried the hare but don't fix yourself just lies still and your wounds will soon heal and she bait her friend goodbye and returned to her family two or three weeks passed and only their places on the donkey's back showed where the lion's claws had been well on his side the lion had recovered from his illness and was now as strong as ever he was beginning to think that it was almost time for him to begin hunting again when one morning a rustle was heard in the creepers outside and the hare's head peeped through ah there is no need to ask how you are she said still you mustn't over tie yourself you know shall I go and bring you your dinner if you will bring me that donkey I will tear it in two cried the lion savagely and the hare laughed and nodded and went on her errand this time the donkey was much further than before and it took longer to find her at last the hare caught sight of four hoofs in the air the donkey was lying on a soft cool bed of moss near a stream rolling herself backwards and forwards from pleasure good morning said the hare politely and the donkey got slowly onto her legs and looked to see who her visitor could be oh it is you is it she exclaimed come and have a chat I mustn't stay answered the hare but I promised the lion to beg you to pay him a visit as he is not well enough to call on you well I don't know replied the donkey gloomily the last time we went he scratched me very badly and really I was quite afraid he was only trying to kiss you said the hare and you bit him and of course that made him cross if I was sure of that hesitated the donkey oh you must be quite sure left the hare I have a larger acquaintance among lions but let us be quick and rather unwillingly the donkey set out the lion saw them coming and hid himself behind a tree as the donkey went past followed by the hare he sprung out and with one blow of his paw stretched the paw foolish creature dead before him take this meat and skin it and roast it he said to the hare but my appetite is not so good as it was and the only part I want for myself is the heart the rest you can either eat yourself the donkey on her back as well as she was able and though the legs trailed along the ground she managed to drag it to an open space some distance off where she made a fire and roasted it as soon as it was cooked the hare took out the heart and had just finished eating it when the lion who was tired of waiting came up with a heart it is just what I want for supper but there is no heart answered the hare looking up at the lion with a puzzled face what nonsense said the lion as if every beast has not got a heart what do you mean this is a washerman's donkey replied the hare gravely well and suppose it is a grown up person and ask questions like that if the donkey had had a heart would she be here now the first time she came she knew you were trying to kill her and ran away yet she came back a second time well if she had had a heart would she have come back a second time now would she and the lion answered slowly no she would not so you think I am a washerman's donkey said the monkey to the shark when the story was ended you are wrong I am not and as the sun is getting low in the sky it is time for you to begin your homeward journey you will have a nice cool voyage and I hope you will find the Sultan better farewell and the monkey disappeared among the green branches and was gone end of the heart of the monkey this recording is in the public domain the fairy nurse from the lilac fairy book this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer LibriVox.org recording by Elizabeth McAndrew the fairy nurse by Andrew Lang there was once a little farmer and his wife living near Kulgaro they had three children and my story happened while the youngest was a baby the wife was a good wife enough but her mind was all on her family and her farm time spent in the chapel was twice as long as it need be so friends she let her man and her two children go before her one day to mass while she called to consult a fairy man about a disorder one of her cows had she was late at the chapel and was sorry all the day after for her husband was in grief about it and she was very fond of him late that night he was wakened up by the cries of his children calling out mother, mother when he sat up and rubbed his eyes there was no wife by his side and when he asked the little ones what was become of their mother they said they saw the room full of nice little men and women dressed in white and red and green and their mother in the middle of them going out by the door as if she was walking in her sleep out he ran and searched everywhere around the house but neither tail nor tidings were for many a day while the poor man was miserable enough for he was as fond of his woman as she was of him it used to bring the salt tears down his cheeks to see his poor children neglected and dirty as they often were and they'd be bad enough only for a kind neighbor that used to look in whenever she could spare time the infant was away with the nurse about six weeks after just as he was going out to his work one morning a neighbor that used to mind women when they were ill came up to him and kept step by step with him to the field and this is what she told him just as I was falling asleep last night I heard a horse's tramp on the grass and a knock at the door and there when I came out was a fine looking dark man mounted on a black horse and he told me to get ready in all haste for a lady was in great want of me and as soon as I put on my cloak and things he took me by the hand and I was sitting behind him before I felt myself stirring where are we going sir says I you'll soon know says he and he drew his fingers across my eyes and not a ray could I see I kept a tight grip of him and I little knew whether he was going backwards or forwards or how long we were about it till my hand was taken again and I felt the ground under me the fingers went the other way across my eyes and there we were before a castle door and in we went through a big hall and great rooms all painted in fine green colors with red and gold bands and ornaments and the finest carpets and chairs and tables and window curtains and grand ladies and gentlemen walking about at last we came to a bedroom with a beautiful lady in bed with a fine bouncing boy beside her the lady clapped her hands and in came the dark man and kissed her and the baby and praised me and gave me a bottle of green ointment to rub the child all over well the child I rubbed sure enough but my right eye began to smart and I put up my finger and gave it a rub for never in all my life was I so frightened the beautiful room was a big rough cave with water oozing over the edges of the stones and through the clay and the lady and the lord and the child weasened poverty bitten creatures nothing but skin and bone and the rich dresses were old rags I didn't let on that I found any difference and after a bit says the dark man go before me to the hall door and I will be with you in a few moments and see you safe home well just as I turned into the outside cave who should I see watching near the door but poor Molly she looked round all terrified and she says to me in a whisper I'm brought here to nurse the child of the king and queen of the fairies but there is one chance of saving me all the court I'll be safe here's the king don't open your mouth to answer I saw what happened with the ointment the dark man didn't once cast his eye towards Molly and he seemed to have no suspicion of me and the queen of the fairies and the queen of the fairies and the queen of the fairies and the queen of the fairies and the queen of the fairies and the queen of the fairies and the queen of the fairies when we came out I looked about me and where do you think we were but in the dike of the wrath of Cremogue I was on the horse again which was nothing but a big ragweed and I was in dread every minute I'd fall off but nothing happened till I found myself in my own cabin the king slipped five guineas into my hand as soon as I was on the ground and thanked me to see his face again I got into bed and couldn't sleep for a long time and when I examined my five guineas this morning that I left in the table drawer the last thing I found five withered leaves of oak bad luck to the giver well you may all think the fright and the joy and the grief the poor man was in when the woman finished her story they talked and they talked but we didn't mind what they said till Friday night came when both were standing where the mountain road crosses the one going to Ross there they stood looking towards the bridge of Toire in the dead of the night with a little moonlight shining over a kilok there mid at last she gave a start and by this and by that says she here they come bridles jingling and feathers tossing looked but could see nothing and she stood trembling and her eyes wide open looking down the way to the Ford of Balanacula I see your wife says she riding on the outside just so as to rub against us we'll walk on quietly as if we suspected nothing and when we are passing I'll give you a shove if you don't do your duty then woe be with you well I see and the poor hearts beating in both their breasts and though he could see nothing he heard a faint jingle and trembling and rustling and at last he got the push that she promised he spread out his arms and there was his wife's waist within them and he could see her plane but such a hullabaloo rose as if there was an earthquake and he found himself surrounded and pulled his wife away but he made the sign of the cross and bid them be gone in God's name and held his wife as if it was iron his arms were made of but dad in one moment everything was as silent as the grave and the poor woman lying in a faint in the arms of her husband and her good neighbor well all in good time she was minding her family she spent more time on her knees and avoided fairy men all the days of the week and particularly on Sunday it is hard to have anything to do with the good people without getting a mark from them my brave nurse didn't escape no more than another she was one Thursday at the market of Enesgorthy when what did she see walking among the tubs of butter but the dark man very hungry looking oh sir says she very foolish I hope your lady is well and the baby pretty well thank you says he rather frightened like how do I look in this new suit says he getting to one side of her I can't see you playing at all sir says she well now says he looks back to the other side musha indeed sir your coat looks no better than a withered dock leaf maybe then says he it will be different now and he struck the eye next to him with a switch friends she never saw a glimmer after with that one till the day of her death end of the fairy nurse this recording from the lilac fairy book 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 Betsy Bush Marquette, Michigan July 2007 a lost paradise France in the middle of a great forest lived a long time ago a charcoal burner and his wife they were both young and handsome and strong and when they got married they thought work would never fail them but bad times came and they grew poorer and poorer and the nights in which they went hungry to bed became more and more frequent now one evening the king of that country was hunting near the charcoal burner's hut as he passed the door he heard a sound of sobbing and being a good-hearted man he stopped to listen thinking that perhaps he might be able to give some help were there never two people so unhappy said a woman's voice here we are ready to work like slaves the whole day long and no work can be got and it is all because of the curiosity of old mother Eve if she had only been like me who never want to know anything we should all have been as happy as kings today with plenty to eat and warm clothes to wear why but at this point allowed knock interrupted her lamentations who is there asked she I replied somebody and who is I fully in full of surprise the woman jumped up and pulled the bar away from the door as the king entered he noticed that there was no furniture in the room at all not even a chair so he pretended to be in too great a hurry to see anything around him and only said you must not let me disturb you I have no time to stay but you seem to be in trouble tell me yes my lord we can find no work and have eaten nothing for two days answered she nothing remains for us but to die of hunger no no you shan't do that cried the king or if you do it will be your own fault you shall come with me into my palace and you will feel as if you were in paradise I promise you in return you're exactly the charcoal burner and his wife both stared at him for a moment as if they could hardly believe their ears and indeed it was not to be wondered at then they found their tongues and exclaimed together oh yes, yes my lord we will do everything you tell us how could we be so ungrateful to disobey you when you are so kind the king smiled Well, let us start at once," said he. Lock your door and put the key in your pocket. The woman looked as if she thought this was needless, seeing it was quite, quite certain they would never come back. But she dared not say so, and did as the king told her. After walking through the forest for a couple of miles, they all reached the palace. And by the king's orders, servants led the charcoal burner and his wife into rooms filled with beautiful things such as they had never even dreamed of. First they bathed in green marble baths where the water looked like the sea. And then they put on silken clothes that felt soft and pleasant. When they were ready, one of the king's special servants entered and took them into a small hall where dinner was laid, and this pleased them better than anything else. They were just about to sit down to the table when the king walked in. "'I hope you have been attended to properly,' said he, and that you will enjoy your dinner. My steward will take care you have all you want, and I wish you to do exactly as you please.' "'Oh, by the by there is one thing. You noticed that soup-tereen in the middle of the table? Well be careful on no account to lift the lid. If once you take off the cover there is an end of your good fortune.' Then, bowing to his guests, he left the room. "'Did you hear what he said?' inquired the charcoal burner in an ostrich-and-voice. "'We are to have what we want, and do what we please. Only we must not touch the soup-tereen.' "'No, of course we won't,' answered the wife. Why should we wish to? But all the same, it is rather odd, and one can't help wondering what is inside.' For many days life went on like a beautiful dream to the charcoal burner and his wife. Their beds were so comfortable they could hardly make up their minds to get up. Their clothes were so lovely they could scarcely bring themselves to take them off. Their dinners were so good that they found it very difficult to leave off eating. Then outside the palace were gardens filled with rare flowers and fruits and singing birds, or if they desired to go further, a golden coach painted with wreaths of forget-me-nots and lined with blue satin awaited their orders. Sometimes it happened that the king came to see them, and he smiled as he glanced at the man, who was getting rosier and plumper each day. But when his eyes rested on the woman, they took on a look which seemed to say, I knew it, though this neither the charcoal burner nor his wife ever noticed. "'Why are you so silent?' asked the man one morning, when dinner had passed before his wife had uttered one word. A little while ago you used to be chattering all the day long, and now I have almost forgotten the sound of your voice. "'Oh, nothing! I did not feel inclined to talk, that was all!' she stopped, and added carelessly after a pause. "'Don't you ever wonder what is in that soup-tereen?' "'No, never!' replied the man. "'It is no affair of ours!' and the conversation dropped once more. But as time went on, the woman spoke less and less, and seemed so wretched that her husband grew quite frightened about her. As to her food, she refused one thing after another. "'My dear wife,' said the man at last, "'you really must eat something. What in the world is the matter with you? If you go on like this, you will die.' "'I would rather die than not know what is in that tereen!' she burst forth so violently that the husband was quite startled. "'Is that it?' cried he. "'Are you making yourself miserable because of that?' "'Why, you know we should be turned out of the palace and sent away to starve.' "'Oh, no we shouldn't. The king is too good-natured. Of course he didn't mean a little thing like this. Besides, there is no need to lift the lid off altogether. Just raise one corner, so that I may peep. "'We are quite alone. Nobody will know.' The man hesitated. It did seem a little thing, and if it was to make his wife contented and happy, it was well worth the risk. So he took hold of the handle of the cover and raised it very slowly and carefully, while the woman stooped down to peep. Suddenly she startled back with a scream, for a small mouse had sprung from the inside of the tereen, and had nearly hit her in the eye. Round and round the room it ran. Round and round they both ran after it, knocking down chairs and vases in their efforts to catch the mouse, and put it back in the tereen. In the middle of all the noise the door opened, and the mouse ran out between the feet of the king. In one instant both the man and his wife were hiding under the table, and to all appearance the room was empty. "'You may as well come out,' said the king, and hear what I have to say.' "'I know what it is,' answered the charcoal burner, hanging his head. The mouse has escaped. "'A guard of soldiers will take you back to your hut,' said the king. Your wife has the key.' "'Weren't they silly?' cried the grandchildren of the charcoal burners when they heard the story. How we wish that we had had the chance, we should never have wanted to know what was in the soup tereen.' "'From Literature, Oriel de l'Arvignier, Parpolle Cébelot,' end of A Lost Parpolle."