There were even several worthy men who would have married her, despite the fact that she was now penniless; but she told them she could not make up her mind to leave her poor father in his misfortune, and that she intended to go with him to the country, to comfort him and help him to work. Poor Beauty had been very grieved at first over the loss of her fortune, but she said to herself:
‘However much I cry, I shall not recover my wealth, so I must try to be happy without it.’
When they were established in the country the merchant and his family started working on the land. Beauty used to rise at four o'clock in the morning, and was busy all day looking after the house, and preparing dinner for the family. At first she found it very hard, for she was not accustomed to work like a servant, but at the end of a couple of months she grew stronger, and her health was improved by the work. When she had leisure she read, or played the harpsichord, or sang at her spinning-wheel.
Her two sisters, on the other hand, were bored to death; they did not get up till ten o'clock in the morning, and they idled about all day. Their only diversion was to bemoan the beautiful clothes they used to wear and the company they used to keep. ‘Look at our little sister,’ they would say to each other; ‘her tastes are so low and her mind so stupid that she is quite content with this miserable state of affairs.’
The good merchant did not share the opinion of his two daughters, for he knew that Beauty was more fitted to shine in company than her sisters. He was greatly impressed by the girl's good qualities, and especially by her patience — for her sisters, not content with leaving her all the work of the house, never missed an opportunity of insulting her.
They had been living for a year in this seclusion when the merchant received a letter informing him that a ship on which he had some merchandise had just come safely home. The news nearly turned the heads of the two elder girls, for they thought that at last they would be able to quit their dull life in the country. When they saw their father ready to set out they begged him to bring them back dresses, furs, caps, and finery of every kind. Beauty asked for nothing, thinking to herself that all the money which the merchandise might yield would not be enough to satisfy her sisters’ demands.
‘You have not asked me for anything,’ said her father.
‘As you are so kind as to think of me,’ she replied, ‘please bring me a rose, for there are none here.’
Beauty had no real craving for a rose, but she was anxious not to seem to disparage the conduct of her sisters. The latter would have declared that she purposely asked for nothing in order to be different from them.
The merchant duly set forth; but when he reached his destination there was a law-suit over his merchandise, and after much trouble he returned poorer than he had been before. With only thirty miles to go before reaching home, he was already looking forward to the pleasure of seeing his children again, when he found he had to pass through a large wood. Here he lost himself. It was snowing horribly; the wind was so strong that twice he was thrown from his horse, and when night came on he made up his mind he must either die of hunger and cold or be eaten by the wolves that he could hear howling all about him.
Suddenly he saw, at the end of a long avenue of trees, a strong light. It seemed to be some distance away, but he walked towards it, and presently discovered that it came from a large palace, which was all lit up.
The merchant thanked heaven for sending him this help, and hastened to the castle. To his surprise, however, he found no one about in the courtyards. His horse, which had followed him, saw a large stable open and went in; and on finding hay and oats in readiness the poor animal, which was dying of hunger, set to with a will. The merchant tied him up in the stable, and approached the house, where he found not a soul. He entered a large room; here there was a good fire, and a table laden with food, but with a place laid for one only. The rain and snow had soaked him to the skin, so he drew near the fire to dry himself. ‘I am sure,’ he remarked to himself, ‘that the master of this house or his servants will forgive the liberty I am taking; doubtless they will be here soon.’
He waited some considerable time; but eleven o'clock struck and still he had seen nobody. Being no longer able to resist his hunger he took a chicken and devoured it in two mouthfuls, trembling. Then he drank several glasses of wine, and becoming bolder ventured out of the room. He went through several magnificently furnished apartments, and finally found a room with a very good bed. It was now past midnight, and as he was very tired he decided to shut the door and go to bed.
It was ten o'clock the next morning when he rose, and he was greatly astonished to find a new suit in place of his own, which had been spoilt. ‘This palace,’ he said to himself, ‘must surely belong to some good fairy, who has taken pity on my plight.’
He looked out of the window. The snow had vanished, and his eyes rested instead upon arbours of flowers — a charming spectacle. He went back to the room where he had supped the night before, and found there a little table with a cup of chocolate on it. ‘I thank you, Madam Fairy,’ he said aloud, ‘for being so kind as to think of my breakfast.’
Having drunk his chocolate the good man went forth to look for his horse. As he passed under a bower of roses he remembered that Beauty had asked for one, and he plucked a spray from a mass of blooms. The very same moment he heard a terrible noise, and saw a beast coming towards him which was so hideous that he came near to fainting.
‘Ungrateful wretch!’ said the Beast, in a dreadful voice; ‘I have saved your life by receiving you into my castle, and in return for my trouble you steal that which I love better than anything in the world — my roses. You shall pay for this with your life! I give you fifteen minutes to make your peace with Heaven.’
The merchant threw himself on his knees and wrung his hands. ‘Pardon, my lord!’ he cried; ‘one of my daughters had asked for a rose, and I did not dream I should be giving offence by picking one.’
‘I am not called "my lord,"’ answered the monster, ‘but "The Beast." I have no liking for compliments, but prefer people to say what they think. Do not hope therefore to soften me by flattery. You have daughters, you say; well, I am willing to pardon you if one of your daughters will come, of her own choice, to die in your place. Do not argue with me — go! And swear that if your daughters refuse to die in your place you will come back again in three months.’
The good man had no intention of sacrificing one of his daughters to this hideous monster, but he thought that at least he might have the pleasure of kissing them once again. He therefore swore to return, and the Beast told him he could go when he wished. ‘I do not wish you to go empty-handed,’ he added; ‘return to the room where you slept; you will find there a large empty box. Fill it with what you will; I will have it sent home for you.’
With these words the Beast withdrew, leaving the merchant to reflect that if he must indeed die, at all events he would have the consolation of providing for his poor children.
He went back to the room where he had slept. He found there a large number of gold pieces, and with these he filled the box the Beast had mentioned. Having closed the latter, he took his horse, which was still in the stable, and set forth from the palace, as melancholy now as he had been joyous when he entered it.
The horse of its own accord took one of the forest roads, and in a few hours the good man reached his own little house. His children crowded round him, but at sight of them, instead of welcoming their caresses, he burst into tears. In his hand was the bunch of roses which he had brought for Beauty, and he gave it to her with these words:
‘Take these roses, Beauty; it is dearly that your poor father will have to pay for them.’
Thereupon he told his family of the dire adventure which had befallen him. On hearing the tale the two elder girls were in a great commotion, and began to upbraid Beauty for not weeping as they did. ‘See to what her smugness has brought this young chit,’ they said; ‘surely she might strive to find some way out of this trouble,
as we do! But oh, dear me, no; her ladyship is so determined to be different that she can speak of her father's death without a tear! ’
‘It would be quite useless to weep,’ said Beauty. ‘Why should I lament my father's death? He is not going to die. Since the monster agrees to accept a daughter instead, I intend to offer myself to appease his fury. It will be a happiness to do so, for in dying I shall have the joy of saving my father, and of proving to him my devotion.’
‘No, sister,’ said her three brothers; ‘you shall not die; we will go in quest of this monster, and will perish under his blows if we cannot kill him.’
‘Do not entertain any such hopes, my children,’ said the merchant; ‘the power of this Beast is so great that I have not the slightest expectation of escaping him. I am touched by the goodness of Beauty's heart, but I will not expose her to death. I am old and have not much longer to live; and I shall merely lose a few years that will be regretted only on account of you, my dear children.’
‘I can assure you, father,’ said Beauty, ‘that you will not go to this palace without me. You cannot prevent me from following you. Although I am young I am not so very deeply in love with life, and I would rather be devoured by this monster than die of the grief which your loss would cause me.’ Words were useless. Beauty was quite determined to go to this wonderful palace, and her sisters were not sorry, for they regarded her good qualities with deep jealousy.
The merchant was so taken up with the sorrow of losing his daughter that he forgot all about the box which he had filled with gold. To his astonishment, when he had shut the door of his room and was about to retire for the night, there it was at the side of his bed! He decided not to tell his children that he had become so rich, for his elder daughters would have wanted to go back to town, and he had resolved to die in the country. He did confide his secret to Beauty, however, and the latter told him that during his absence they had entertained some visitors, amongst whom were two admirers of her sisters. She begged her father to let them marry; for she was of such a sweet nature that she loved them, and forgave them with all her heart the evil they had done her.
When Beauty set off with her father the two heartless girls rubbed their eyes with an onion, so as to seem tearful; but her brothers wept in reality, as did also the merchant. Beauty alone did not cry, because she did not want to add to their sorrow.
The horse took the road to the palace, and by evening they espied it, all lit up as before. An empty stable awaited the nag, and when the good merchant and his daughter entered the great hall, they found there a table magnificently laid for two people. The merchant had not the heart to eat, but Beauty, forcing herself to appear calm, sat down and served him. Since the Beast had provided such splendid fare, she thought to herself, he must presumably be anxious to fatten her up before eating her.
When they had finished supper they heard a terrible noise. With tears the merchant bade farewell to his daughter, for he knew it was the Beast. Beauty herself could not help trembling at the awful apparition, but she did her best to compose herself. The Beast asked her if she had come of her own free will, and she timidly answered that such was the case.
‘You are indeed kind,’ said the Beast, ‘and I am much obliged to you. You, my good man, will depart to-morrow morning, and you must not think of coming back again. Good-bye, Beauty!’
‘Good-bye, Beast!’ she answered.
Thereupon the monster suddenly disappeared.
‘Daughter,’ said the merchant, embracing Beauty, ‘I am nearly dead with fright. Let me be the one to stay here!’
‘No, father,’ said Beauty, firmly, ‘you must go to-morrow morning, and leave me to the mercy of Heaven. Perhaps pity will be taken on me.’
They retired to rest, thinking they would not sleep at all during the night, but they were hardly in bed before their eyes were closed in sleep. In her dreams there appeared to Beauty a lady, who said to her:
‘Your virtuous character pleases me, Beauty. In thus undertaking to give your life to save your father you have performed an act of goodness which shall not go unrewarded.’
When she woke up Beauty related this dream to her father. He was somewhat consoled by it, but could not refrain from loudly giving vent to his grief when the time came to tear himself away from his beloved child.
As soon as he had gone Beauty sat down in the great hall and began to cry. But she had plenty of courage, and after imploring divine protection she determined to grieve no more during the short time she had yet to live.
She was convinced that the Beast would devour her that night, but made up her mind that in the interval she would walk about and have a look at this beautiful castle, the splendour of which she could not but admire.
Imagine her surprise when she came upon a door on which were the words ‘Beauty's Room'! She quickly opened this door, and was dazzled by the magnificence of the appointments within. ‘They are evidently anxious that I should not be dull,’ she murmured, as she caught sight of a large bookcase, a harpsichord, and several volumes of music. A moment later another thought crossed her mind. ‘If I had only a day to spend here,’ she reflected, ‘such provision would surely not have been made for me.’
This notion gave her fresh courage. She opened the bookcase, and found a book in which was written, in letters of gold:
‘Ask for anything you wish: you are mistress of all here.’
‘Alas!’ she said with a sigh, ‘my only wish is to see my poor father, and to know what he is doing.’
As she said this to herself she glanced at a large mirror. Imagine her astonishment when she perceived her home reflected in it, and saw her father just approaching. Sorrow was written on his face; but when her sisters came to meet him it was impossible not to detect, despite the grimaces with which they tried to simulate grief, the satisfaction they felt at the loss of their sister. In a moment the vision faded away, yet Beauty could not but think that the Beast was very kind, and that she had nothing much to fear from him.
At midday she found the table laid, and during her meal she enjoyed an excellent concert, though the performers were invisible. But in the evening, as she was about to sit down at the table, she heard the noise made by the Beast, and quaked in spite of herself.
‘Beauty,’ said the monster to her, ‘may I watch you have your supper?’
‘You are master here,’ said the trembling Beauty.
‘Not so,’ replied the Beast; ‘it is you who are mistress; you have only to tell me to go, if my presence annoys you, and I will go immediately. Tell me, now, do you not consider me very ugly?’
‘I do,’ said Beauty, ‘since I must speak the truth; but I think you are also very kind.’
‘It is as you say,’ said the monster; ‘and in addition to being ugly, I lack intelligence. As I am well aware, I am a mere beast.’
‘It is not the way with stupid people,’ answered Beauty, ‘to admit a lack of intelligence. Fools never realise it.’
‘Sup well, Beauty,’ said the monster, ‘and try to banish dulness from your home — for all about you is yours, and I should be sorry to think you were not happy.’
‘You are indeed kind,’ said Beauty. ‘With one thing, I must own, I am well pleased, and that is your kind heart. When I think of that you no longer seem to be ugly.’
‘Oh yes,’ answered the Beast, ‘I have a good heart, right enough, but I am a monster.’
‘There are many men,’ said Beauty, ‘who make worse monsters than you, and I prefer you, notwithstanding your looks, to those who under the semblance of men hide false, corrupt, and ungrateful hearts.’
The Beast replied that if only he had a grain of wit he would compliment her in the grand style by way of thanks; but that being so stupid he could only say he was much obliged.
Beauty ate with a good appetite, for she now had scarcely any fear of the Beast. But she nearly died of fright when he put this question to her:
‘Beauty, will you be my wife?’
For s
ome time she did not answer, fearing lest she might anger the monster by her refusal. She summoned up courage at last to say, rather fearfully, ‘No, Beast!’
The poor monster gave forth so terrible a sigh that the noise of it went whistling through the whole palace. But to Beauty's speedy relief the Beast sadly took his leave and left the room, turning several times as he did so to look once more at her. Left alone, Beauty was moved by great compassion for this poor Beast. ‘What a pity he is so ugly,’ she said, ‘for he is so good.’
Beauty passed three months in the palace quietly enough. Every evening the Beast paid her a visit, and entertained her at supper by a display of much good sense, if not with what the world calls wit. And every day Beauty was made aware of fresh kindnesses on the part of the monster. Through seeing him often she had become accustomed to his ugliness, and far from dreading the moment of his visit, she frequently looked at her watch to see if it was nine o'clock, the hour when the Beast always appeared.
One thing alone troubled Beauty; every evening, before retiring to bed, the monster asked her if she would be his wife, and seemed overwhelmed with grief when she refused. One day she said to him:
‘You distress me, Beast. I wish I could marry you, but I cannot deceive you by allowing you to believe that that can ever be. I will always be your friend — be content with that.’
‘Needs must,’ said the Beast. ‘But let me make the position plain. I know I am very terrible, but I love you very much, and I shall be very happy if you will only remain here. Promise that you will never leave me.’
Beauty blushed at these words. She had seen in her mirror that her father was stricken down by the sorrow of having lost her, and she wished very much to see him again. ‘I would willingly promise to remain with you always,’ she said to the Beast, ‘but I have so great a desire to see my father again that I shall die of grief if you refuse me this boon.’
‘I would rather die myself than cause you grief,’ said the monster. ‘I will send you back to your father. You shall stay with him, and your Beast shall die of sorrow at your departure.’
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