Old French Fairy Tales. Comtesse de Ségur

away with you during my absence.”

      “Do not fear,” replied Blondine; “I could guide them myself to the palace.”

      “But the king would give me a terrible scolding for having abandoned you, princess. It is best that you go yourself and gather your flowers.”

      “That is true. I should be very sorry to get you a scolding, my poor Gourmandinet.”

      While saying these words she sprang lightly from the carriage, crossed the bars of the grating and commenced to gather the flowers.

      At this moment Gourmandinet shuddered and was overwhelmed with remorse. He wished to repair his fault by calling Blondine but although she was only ten steps from him,—although he saw her perfectly—she could not hear his voice, and in a short time she was lost to view in the enchanted forest.

      For a long time Gourmandinet wept over his crime, cursed his gluttony and despised the wicked queen Fourbette.

      At last he recalled to himself that the hour approached at which Blondine would be expected at the palace. He returned to the stables through the back entrance and ran at once to the queen, who was anxiously expecting him.

      On seeing him so deadly pale and his eyes inflamed from the tears of awful remorse, she knew that Blondine had perished.

      “Is it done?” said she.

      Gourmandinet bowed his head. He had not the strength to speak.

      “Come,” said she, “behold your reward!”

      She pointed to a large box full of delicious bonbons of every variety. She commanded a valet to raise the box and place it upon one of the mules which had brought her jewelry.

      “I confide this box to Gourmandinet, in order that he may take it to my father,” she said. “Go, boy, and return in a month for another.” She placed in his hand at the same time a purse full of gold.

      Gourmandinet mounted the mule in perfect silence and set off in full gallop. The mule was obstinate and wilful and soon grew restive under the weight of the box and began to prance and kick. He did this so effectually that he threw Gourmandinet and his precious box of bonbons upon the ground.

      Gourmandinet, who had never ridden upon a horse or mule, fell heavily with his head upon the stones and died instantly.

      Thus he did not receive from his crime the profit which he had hoped, for he had not even tasted of the bonbons which the queen had given him.

      No one regretted him. No one but the poor Blondine had ever loved him.

      THE FOREST OF LILACS

      When Blondine entered the forest she commenced gathering the beautiful branches of lilacs. She rejoiced in their profusion and delighted in their fragrance.

      As she made her selection, it seemed to her that those which were more distant were still more beautiful so she emptied her apron and her hat, which were both full and filled them again and again.

      Blondine had been thus busily occupied for about an hour. She began to suffer from the heat and to feel great fatigue. She found the branches of lilacs heavy to carry and thought it was time to return to the palace. She looked around and saw herself surrounded with lilacs. She called Gourmandinet but no one replied.

      “I have wandered further than I intended,” said Blondine. “I will return at once, though I am very weary. Gourmandinet will hear me and will surely come to meet me.”

      Blondine walked on rapidly for some time but she could not find the boundaries of the forest.

      Many times she called anxiously upon Gourmandinet but he did not respond and at last she became terribly frightened.

      “What will become of me, all alone in this vast forest? What will my poor papa think when I do not return? And Gourmandinet, how will he dare go back to the palace without me? He will be scolded, perhaps beaten and all this is my fault because I would leave my carriage to gather lilacs? Unfortunate girl that I am! I shall die of hunger and thirst in this forest if the wolves do not eat me up this night.”

      Weeping bitterly, Blondine fell on the ground at the foot of a large tree. She wept a long time. At last her great fatigue mastered her grief. She placed her little head upon her bundle of lilacs, and slept peacefully.

      BLONDINE’S AWAKENING—BEAU-MINON

      Blondine slept calmly all night; no ferocious beast came to trouble her slumbers. She did not suffer from the cold and awakened at a late hour in the morning. She rubbed her eyes, much surprised to see herself surrounded by trees, in place of being in her own room in the palace, and upon her own bed.

      She called her nurse and a soft mewing was the only response. Astonished and almost frightened, she looked around and saw at her feet a superb white cat, looking gently upon her and continuing to mew plaintively.

      “Ah! pretty puss! how beautiful you are!” cried Blondine, placing her little hand caressingly upon the soft fur, white as snow. “I am so happy to see you, pretty puss, for you will conduct me to your home. I am indeed very hungry and I have not the strength to walk much further without food.”

      Blondine had scarcely uttered these words, when the white pussy mewed again and pointed with her little paw to a small package lying near her, wrapped neatly in fine white linen. She opened the parcel and found it contained bread and butter which she found delicious. She gave the crumbs to pussy, who munched them with seeming delight.

      When they had finished their simple meal, Blondine leaned over towards her little companion, and said, caressingly:

      “Thanks, pretty puss, for the breakfast you have given me. Now, can you conduct me to my papa, who is certainly in despair because of my absence?”

      Pussy, whom Blondine named Beau-Minon, shook her head and mewed plaintively.

      “Ah! you understand me, Beau-Minon,” said Blondine. “I entreat you to have pity upon me and lead me to some house before I perish with hunger, cold and terror in this vast forest!”

      Beau-Minon looked at the princess fixedly and made a sign with her little graceful white head which seemed to say, “I understand you.” She rose, advanced a few steps and paused to see if Blondine followed her.

      “I am here, Beau-Minon; I am following you gladly,” said Blondine; “but how can we pass through these bushy thickets? I see no path.”

      Beau-Minon made no reply but sprang lightly into the thicket which opened of itself to allow Blondine and Beau-Minon to pass, and then closed up immediately.

      Blondine walked on for about half an hour. As she advanced, the forest became lighter, the grass was finer and the flowers more abundant. She saw many pretty birds singing melodiously and graceful squirrels, bounding along the branches of the trees.

      Blondine, who had no doubt that she was about to leave the forest and see her dear father again, was enchanted with all that she saw; she wished to pause and gather the lovely wild flowers; but Beau-Minon advanced steadily and mewed plaintively whenever Blondine relaxed her speed.

      In about an hour Blondine perceived an elegant castle. Beau-Minon led her to the gilded grating. However, Blondine did not know how to enter. There was no bell and the gate was closed. Beau-Minon had disappeared and Blondine was once more alone.