THE BLUE BIRD

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Once upon a time there lived a King who was immensely rich. He had broad
lands, and sacks overflowing with gold and silver; but he did not care a
bit for all his riches, because the Queen, his wife, was dead. He shut
himself up in a little room and knocked his head against the walls for
grief, until his courtiers were really afraid that he would hurt himself.
So they hung feather-beds between the tapestry and the walls, and then he
could go on knocking his head as long as it was any consolation to him
without coming to much harm. All his subjects came to see him, and said
whatever they thought would comfort him: some were grave, even gloomy with
him; and some agreeable, even gay; but not one could make the least
impression upon him. Indeed, he hardly seemed to hear what they said. At
last came a lady who was wrapped in a black mantle, and seemed to be in
the deepest grief. She wept and sobbed until even the King’s attention was
attracted; and when she said that, far from coming to try and diminish his
grief, she, who had just lost a good husband, was come to add her tears to
his, since she knew what he must be feeling, the King redoubled his
lamentations. Then he told the sorrowful lady long stories about the good
qualities of his departed Queen, and she in her turn recounted all the
virtues of her departed husband; and this passed the time so agreeably
that the King quite forgot to thump his head against the feather-beds, and
the lady did not need to wipe the tears from her great blue eyes as often
as before. By degrees they came to talking about other things in which the
King took an interest, and in a wonderfully short time the whole kingdom
was astonished by the news that the King was married again to the
sorrowful lady.

Now the King had one daughter, who was just fifteen years old. Her name
was Fiordelisa, and she was the prettiest and most charming Princess
imaginable, always gay and merry. The new Queen, who also had a daughter,
very soon sent for her to come to the Palace. Turritella, for that was her
name, had been brought up by her godmother, the Fairy Mazilla, but in
spite of all the care bestowed upon her, she was neither beautiful nor
gracious. Indeed, when the Queen saw how ill-tempered and ugly she
appeared beside Fiordelisa she was in despair, and did everything in her
power to turn the King against his own daughter, in the hope that he might
take a fancy to Turritella. One day the King said that it was time
Fiordelisa and Turritella were married, so he would give one of them to
the first suitable Prince who visited his Court. The Queen answered:

‘My daughter certainly ought to be the first to be married; she is older
than yours, and a thousand times more charming!’

The King, who hated disputes, said, ‘Very well, it’s no affair of mine,
settle it your own way.’

Very soon after came the news that King Charming, who was the most
handsome and magnificent Prince in all the country round, was on his way
to visit the King. As soon as the Queen heard this, she set all her
jewellers, tailors, weavers, and embroiderers to work upon splendid
dresses and ornaments for Turritella, but she told the King that
Fiordelisa had no need of anything new, and the night before the King was
to arrive, she bribed her waiting woman to steal away all the Princess’s
own dresses and jewels, so that when the day came, and Fiordelisa wished
to adorn herself as became her high rank, not even a ribbon could she
find.

However, as she easily guessed who had played her such a trick, she made
no complaint, but sent to the merchants for some rich stuffs. But they
said that the Queen had expressly forbidden them to supply her with any,
and they dared not disobey. So the Princess had nothing left to put on but
the little white frock she had been wearing the day before; and dressed in
that, she went down when the time of the King’s arrival came, and sat in a
corner hoping to escape notice. The Queen received her guest with great
ceremony, and presented him to her daughter, who was gorgeously attired,
but so much splendour only made her ugliness more noticeable, and the
King, after one glance at her, looked the other way. The Queen, however,
only thought that he was bashful, and took pains to keep Turritella in
full view. King Charming then asked it there was not another Princess,
called Fiordelisa.

‘Yes,’ said Turritella, pointing with her finger, ‘there she is, trying to
keep out of sight because she is not smart.’

At this Fiordelisa blushed, and looked so shy and so lovely, that the King
was fairly astonished. He rose, and bowing low before her, said—

‘Madam, your incomparable beauty needs no adornment.’

‘Sire,’ answered the Princess, ‘I assure you that I am not in the habit of
wearing dresses as crumpled and untidy as this one, so I should have been
better pleased if you had not seen me at all.’

‘Impossible!’ cried King Charming. ‘Wherever such a marvellously beautiful
Princess appears I can look at nothing else.’

Here the Queen broke in, saying sharply—

‘I assure you, Sire, that Fiordelisa is vain enough already. Pray make her
no more flattering speeches.’

The King quite understood that she was not pleased, but that did not
matter to him, so he admired Fiordelisa to his heart’s content, and talked
to her for three hours without stopping.

The Queen was in despair, and so was Turritella, when they saw how much
the King preferred Fiordelisa. They complained bitterly to the King, and
begged and teased him, until he at last consented to have the Princess
shut up somewhere out of sight while King Charming’s visit lasted. So that
night, as she went to her room, she was seized by four masked figures, and
carried up into the topmost room of a high tower, where they left her in
the deepest dejection. She easily guessed that she was to be kept out of
sight for fear the King should fall in love with her; but then, how
disappointing that was, for she already liked him very much, and would
have been quite willing to be chosen for his bride! As King Charming did
not know what had happened to the Princess, he looked forward impatiently
to meeting her again, and he tried to talk about her with the courtiers
who were placed in attendance on him. But by the Queen’s orders they would
say nothing good of her, but declared that she was vain, capricious, and
bad-tempered; that she tormented her waiting-maids, and that, in spite of
all the money that the King gave her, she was so mean that she preferred
to go about dressed like a poor shepherdess, rather than spend any of it.
All these things vexed the King very much, and he was silent.

‘It is true,’ thought he, ‘that she was very poorly dressed, but then she
was so ashamed that it proves that she was not accustomed to be so. I
cannot believe that with that lovely face she can be as ill-tempered and
contemptible as they say. No, no, the Queen must be jealous of her for the
sake of that ugly daughter of hers, and so these evil reports are spread.’

The courtiers could not help seeing that what they had told the King did
not please him, and one of them cunningly began to praise Fiordelisa, when
he could talk to the King without being heard by the others.

King Charming thereupon became so cheerful, and interested in all he said,
that it was easy to guess how much he admired the Princess. So when the
Queen sent for the courtiers and questioned them about all they had found
out, their report confirmed her worst fears. As to the poor Princess
Fiordelisa, she cried all night without stopping.

‘It would have been quite bad enough to be shut up in this gloomy tower
before I had ever seen King Charming,’ she said; ‘but now when he is here,
and they are all enjoying themselves with him, it is too unkind.’

The next day the Queen sent King Charming splendid presents of jewels and
rich stuffs, and among other things an ornament made expressly in honour
of the approaching wedding. It was a heart cut out of one huge ruby, and
was surrounded by several diamond arrows, and pierced by one. A golden
true-lover’s knot above the heart bore the motto, ‘But one can wound me,’
and the whole jewel was hung upon a chain of immense pearls. Never, since
the world has been a world, had such a thing been made, and the King was
quite amazed when it was presented to him. The page who brought it begged
him to accept it from the Princess, who chose him to be her knight.

‘What!’ cried he, ‘does the lovely Princess Fiordelisa deign to think of
me in this amiable and encouraging way?’

‘You confuse the names, Sire,’ said the page hastily. ‘I come on behalf of
the Princess Turritella.’

‘Oh, it is Turritella who wishes me to be her knight,’ said the King
coldly. ‘I am sorry that I cannot accept the honour.’ And he sent the
splendid gifts back to the Queen and Turritella, who were furiously angry
at the contempt with which they were treated. As soon as he possibly
could, King Charming went to see the King and Queen, and as he entered the
hall he looked for Fiordelisa, and every time anyone came in he started
round to see who it was, and was altogether so uneasy and dissatisfied
that the Queen saw it plainly. But she would not take any notice, and
talked of nothing but the entertainments she was planning. The Prince
answered at random, and presently asked if he was not to have the pleasure
of seeing the Princess Fiordelisa.

‘Sire,’ answered the Queen haughtily, ‘her father has ordered that she
shall not leave her own apartments until my daughter is married.’

‘What can be the reason for keeping that lovely Princess a prisoner?’
cried the King in great indignation.

‘That I do not know,’ answered the Queen; ‘and even if I did, I might not
feel bound to tell you.’

The King was terribly angry at being thwarted like this. He felt certain
that Turritella was to blame for it, so casting a furious glance at her he
abruptly took leave of the Queen, and returned to his own apartments.
There he said to a young squire whom he had brought with him: ‘I would
give all I have in the world to gain the good will of one of the
Princess’s waiting-women, and obtain a moment’s speech with Fiordelisa.’

‘Nothing could be easier,’ said the young squire; and he very soon made
friends with one of the ladies, who told him that in the evening
Fiordelisa would be at a little window which looked into the garden, where
he could come and talk to her. Only, she said, he must take very great
care not to be seen, as it would be as much as her place was worth to be
caught helping King Charming to see the Princess. The squire was
delighted, and promised all she asked; but the moment he had run off to
announce his success to the King, the false waiting-woman went and told
the Queen all that had passed. She at once determined that her own
daughter should be at the little window; and she taught her so well all
she was to say and do, that even the stupid Turritella could make no
mistake.

The night was so dark that the King had not a chance of finding out the
trick that was being played upon him, so he approached the window with the
greatest delight, and said everything that he had been longing to say to
Fiordelisa to persuade her of his love for her. Turritella answered as she
had been taught, that she was very unhappy, and that there was no chance
of her being better treated by the Queen until her daughter was married.
And then the King entreated her to marry him; and thereupon he drew his
ring from his finger and put it upon Turritella’s, and she answered him as
well as she could. The King could not help thinking that she did not say
exactly what he would have expected from his darling Fiordelisa, but he
persuaded himself that the fear of being surprised by the Queen was making
her awkward and unnatural. He would not leave her until she had promised
to see him again the next night, which Turritella did willingly enough.
The Queen was overjoyed at the success of her stratagem, end promised
herself that all would now be as she wished; and sure enough, as soon as
it was dark the following night the King came, bringing with him a chariot
which had been given him by an Enchanter who was his friend. This chariot
was drawn by flying frogs, and the King easily persuaded Turritella to
come out and let him put her into it, then mounting beside her he cried
triumphantly—

‘Now, my Princess, you are free; where will it please you that we shall
hold our wedding?’

And Turritella, with her head muffled in her mantle, answered that the
Fairy Mazilla was her godmother, and that she would like it to be at her
castle. So the King told the Frogs, who had the map of the whole world in
their heads, and very soon he and Turritella were set down at the castle
of the Fairy Mazilla. The King would certainly have found out his mistake
the moment they stepped into the brilliantly lighted castle, but
Turritella held her mantle more closely round her, and asked to see the
Fairy by herself, and quickly told her all that had happened, and how she
had succeeded in deceiving King Charming.

‘Oho! my daughter,’ said the Fairy, ‘I see we have no easy task before us.
He loves Fiordelisa so much that he will not be easily pacified. I feel
sure he will defy us!’ Meanwhile the King was waiting in a splendid room
with diamond walls, so clear that he could see the Fairy and Turritella as
they stood whispering together, and he was very much puzzled.

‘Who can have betrayed us?’ he said to himself. ‘How comes our enemy here?
She must be plotting to prevent our marriage. Why doesn’t my lovely
Fiordelisa make haste and come hack to me?’

But it was worse than anything he had imagined when the Fairy Mazilla
entered, leading Turritella by the hand, and said to him—

‘King Charming, here is the Princess Turritella to whom you have plighted
your faith. Let us have the wedding at once.’

‘I!’ cried the King. ‘I marry that little creature! What do you take me
for? I have promised her nothing!’

‘Say no more. Have you no respect for a Fairy?’ cried she angrily.

‘Yes, madam,’ answered the King, ‘I am prepared to respect you as much as
a Fairy can be respected, if you will give me back my Princess.’

‘Am I not here?’ interrupted Turritella. ‘Here is the ring you gave me.
With whom did you talk at the little window, if it was not with me?’

‘What!’ cried the King angrily, ‘have I been altogether deceived and
deluded? Where is my chariot? Not another moment will I stay here.’

‘Oho,’ said the Fairy, ‘not so fast.’ And she touched his feet, which
instantly became as firmly fixed to the floor as if they had been nailed
there.

‘Oh! do whatever you like with me,’ said the King; ‘you may turn me to
stone, but I will marry no one but Fiordelisa.’

And not another word would he say, though the Fairy scolded and
threatened, and Turritella wept and raged for twenty days and twenty
nights. At last the Fairy Mazilla said furiously (for she was quite tired
out by his obstinacy), ‘Choose whether you will marry my goddaughter, or
do penance seven years for breaking your word to her.’

And then the King cried gaily: ‘Pray do whatever you like with me, as long
as you deliver me from this ugly scold!’

‘Scold!’ cried Turritella angrily. ‘Who are you, I should like to know,
that you dare to call me a scold? A miserable King who breaks his word,
and goes about in a chariot drawn by croaking frogs out of a marsh!’

‘Let us have no more of these insults,’ cried the Fairy. ‘Fly from that
window, ungrateful King, and for seven years be a Blue Bird.’ As she spoke
the King’s face altered, his arms turned to wings, his feet to little
crooked black claws. In a moment he had a slender body like a bird,
covered with shining blue feathers, his beak was like ivory, his eyes were
bright as stars, and a crown of white feathers adorned his head.

As soon as the transformation was complete the King uttered a dolorous cry
and fled through the open window, pursued by the mocking laughter of
Turritella and the Fairy Mazilla. He flew on until he reached the thickest
part of the wood, and there, perched upon a cypress tree, he bewailed his
miserable fate. ‘Alas! in seven years who knows what may happen to my
darling Fiordelisa!’ he said. ‘Her cruel stepmother may have married her
to someone else before I am myself again, and then what good will life be
to me?’

In the meantime the Fairy Mazilla had sent Turritella back to the Queen,
who was all anxiety to know how the wedding, had gone off. But when her
daughter arrived and told her all that had happened she was terribly
angry, and of course all her wrath fell upon Fiordelisa. ‘She shall have
cause to repent that the King admires her,’ said the Queen, nodding her
head meaningly, and then she and Turritella went up to the little room in
the tower where the Princess was imprisoned. Fiordelisa was immensely
surprised to see that Turritella was wearing a royal mantle and a diamond
crown, and her heart sank when the Queen said: ‘My daughter is come to
show you some of her wedding presents, for she is King Charming’s bride,
and they are the happiest pair in the world, he loves her to distraction.’
All this time Turritella was spreading out lace, and jewels, and rich
brocades, and ribbons before Fiordelisa’s unwilling eyes, and taking good
care to display King Charming’s ring, which she wore upon her thumb. The
Princess recognised it as soon as her eyes fell upon it, and after that
she could no longer doubt that he had indeed married Turritella. In
despair she cried, ‘Take away these miserable gauds! what pleasure has a
wretched captive in the sight of them?’ and then she fell insensible upon
the floor, and the cruel Queen laughed maliciously, and went away with
Turritella, leaving her there without comfort or aid. That night the Queen
said to the King, that his daughter was so infatuated with King Charming,
in spite of his never having shown any preference for her, that it was
just as well she should stay in the tower until she came to her senses. To
which he answered that it was her affair, and she could give what orders
she pleased about the Princess.

When the unhappy Fiordelisa recovered, and remembered all she had just
heard, she began to cry bitterly, believing that King Charming was lost to
her for ever, and all night long she sat at her open window sighing and
lamenting; but when it was dawn she crept away into the darkest corner of
her little room and sat there, too unhappy to care about anything. As soon
as night came again she once more leaned out into the darkness and
bewailed her miserable lot.

Now it happened that King Charming, or rather the Blue Bird, had been
flying round the palace in the hope of seeing his beloved Princess, but
had not dared to go too near the windows for fear of being seen and
recognised by Turritella. When night fell he had not succeeded in
discovering where Fiordelisa was imprisoned, and, weary and sad, he
perched upon a branch of a tall fir tree which grew close to the tower,
and began to sing himself to sleep. But soon the sound of a soft voice
lamenting attracted his attention, and listening intently he heard it say—

‘Ah! cruel Queen! what have I ever done to be imprisoned like this? And
was I not unhappy enough before, that you must needs come and taunt me
with the happiness your daughter is enjoying now she is King Charming’s
bride?’

The Blue Bird, greatly surprised, waited impatiently for the dawn, and the
moment it was light flew off to see who it could have been who spoke thus.
But he found the window shut, and could see no one. The next night,
however, he was on the watch, and by the clear moonlight he saw that the
sorrowful lady at the window was Fiordelisa herself.

‘My Princess! have I found you at last?’ said he, alighting close to her.

‘Who is speaking to me?’ cried the Princess in great surprise.

‘Only a moment since you mentioned my name, and now you do not know me,
Fiordelisa,’ said he sadly. ‘But no wonder, since I am nothing but a Blue
Bird, and must remain one for seven years.’

‘What! Little Blue Bird, are you really the powerful King Charming?’ said
the Princess, caressing him.

‘It is too true,’ he answered. ‘For being faithful to you I am thus
punished. But believe me, if it were for twice as long I would bear it
joyfully rather than give you up.’

‘Oh! what are you telling me?’ cried the Princess. ‘Has not your bride,
Turritella, just visited me, wearing the royal mantle and the diamond
crown you gave her? I cannot be mistaken, for I saw your ring upon her
thumb.’

Then the Blue Bird was furiously angry, and told the Princess all that had
happened, how he had been deceived into carrying off Turritella, and how,
for refusing to marry her, the Fairy Mazilla had condemned him to be a
Blue Bird for seven years.

The Princess was very happy when she heard how faithful her lover was, and
would never have tired of hearing his loving speeches and explanations,
but too soon the sun rose, and they had to part lest the Blue Bird should
be discovered. After promising to come again to the Princess’s window as
soon as it was dark, he flew away, and hid himself in a little hole in the
fir-tree, while Fiordelisa remained devoured by anxiety lest he should be
caught in a trap, or eaten up by an eagle.

But the Blue Bird did not long stay in his hiding-place. He flew away, and
away, until he came to his own palace, and got into it through a broken
window, and there he found the cabinet where his jewels were kept, and
chose out a splendid diamond ring as a present for the Princess. By the
time he got back, Fiordelisa was sitting waiting for him by the open
window, and when he gave her the ring, she scolded him gently for having
run such a risk to get it for her.

‘Promise me that you will wear it always!’ said the Blue Bird. And the
Princess promised on condition that he should come and see her in the day
as well as by night. They talked all night long, and the next morning the
Blue Bird flew off to his kingdom, and crept into his palace through the
broken window, and chose from his treasures two bracelets, each cut out of
a single emerald. When he presented them to the Princess, she shook her
head at him reproachfully, saying—

‘Do you think I love you so little that I need all these gifts to remind
me of you?’

And he answered—

‘No, my Princess; but I love you so much that I feel I cannot express it,
try as I may. I only bring you these worthless trifles to show that I have
not ceased to think of you, though I have been obliged to leave you for a
time.’ The following night he gave Fiordelisa a watch set in a single
pearl. The Princess laughed a little when she saw it, and said—

‘You may well give me a watch, for since I have known you I have lost the
power of measuring time. The hours you spend with me pass like minutes,
and the hours that I drag through without you seem years to me.’

‘Ah, Princess, they cannot seem so long to you as they do to me!’ he
answered. Day by day he brought more beautiful things for the Princess—diamonds,
and rubies, and opals; and at night she decked herself with them to please
him, but by day she hid them in her straw mattress. When the sun shone the
Blue Bird, hidden in the tall fir-tree, sang to her so sweetly that all
the passersby wondered, and said that the wood was inhabited by a spirit.
And so two years slipped away, and still the Princess was a prisoner, and
Turritella was not married. The Queen had offered her hand to all the
neighbouring Princes, but they always answered that they would marry
Fiordelisa with pleasure, but not Turritella on any account. This
displeased the Queen terribly. ‘Fiordelisa must be in league with them, to
annoy me!’ she said. ‘Let us go and accuse her of it.’

So she and Turritella went up into the tower. Now it happened that it was
nearly midnight, and Fiordelisa, all decked with jewels, was sitting at
the window with the Blue Bird, and as the Queen paused outside the door to
listen she heard the Princess and her lover singing together a little song
he had just taught her. These were the words:—

‘Oh! what a luckless pair are we,
One in a prison, and one in a tree.
All our trouble and anguish came
From our faithfulness spoiling our enemies’ game.
But vainly they practice their cruel arts,
For nought can sever our two fond hearts.’

They sound melancholy perhaps, but the two voices sang them gaily enough,
and the Queen burst open the door, crying, ‘Ah! my Turritella, there is
some treachery going on here!’

As soon as she saw her, Fiordelisa, with great presence of mind, hastily
shut her little window, that the Blue Bird might have time to escape, and
then turned to meet the Queen, who overwhelmed her with a torrent of
reproaches.

‘Your intrigues are discovered, Madam,’ she said furiously; ‘and you need
not hope that your high rank will save you from the punishment you
deserve.’

‘And with whom do you accuse me of intriguing, Madam?’ said the Princess.
‘Have I not been your prisoner these two years, and who have I seen except
the gaolers sent by you?’

While she spoke the Queen and Turritella were looking at her in the
greatest surprise, perfectly dazzled by her beauty and the splendour of
her jewels, and the Queen said:

‘If one may ask, Madam, where did you get all these diamonds? Perhaps you
mean to tell me that you have discovered a mine of them in the tower!’

‘I certainly did find them here,’ answered the Princess.

‘And pray,’ said the Queen, her wrath increasing every moment, ‘for whose
admiration are you decked out like this, since I have often seen you not
half as fine on the most important occasions at Court?’

‘For my own,’ answered Fiordelisa. ‘You must admit that I have had plenty
of time on my hands, so you cannot be surprised at my spending some of it
in making myself smart.’

‘That’s all very fine,’ said the Queen suspiciously. ‘I think I will look
about, and see for myself.’

So she and Turritella began to search every corner of the little room, and
when they came to the straw mattress out fell such a quantity of pearls,
diamonds, rubies, opals, emeralds, and sapphires, that they were amazed,
and could not tell what to think. But the Queen resolved to hide somewhere
a packet of false letters to prove that the Princess had been conspiring
with the King’s enemies, and she chose the chimney as a good place.
Fortunately for Fiordelisa this was exactly where the Blue Bird had
perched himself, to keep an eye upon her proceedings, and try to avert
danger from his beloved Princess, and now he cried:

‘Beware, Fiordelisa! Your false enemy is plotting against you.’

This strange voice so frightened the Queen that she took the letter and
went away hastily with Turritella, and they held a council to try and
devise some means of finding out what Fairy or Enchanter was favouring the
Princess. At last they sent one of the Queen’s maids to wait upon
Fiordelisa, and told her to pretend to be quite stupid, and to see and
hear nothing, while she was really to watch the Princess day and night,
and keep the Queen informed of all her doings.

Poor Fiordelisa, who guessed she was sent as a spy, was in despair, and
cried bitterly that she dared not see her dear Blue Bird for fear that
some evil might happen to him if he were discovered.

The days were so long, and the nights so dull, but for a whole month she
never went near her little window lest he should fly to her as he used to
do.

However, at last the spy, who had never taken her eyes off the Princess
day or night, was so overcome with weariness that she fell into a deep
sleep, and as son as the Princess saw that, she flew to open her window
and cried softly:

‘Blue Bird, blue as the sky,
Fly to me now, there’s nobody by.’

And the Blue Bird, who had never ceased to flutter round within sight and
hearing of her prison, came in an instant. They had so much to say, and
were so overjoyed to meet once more, that it scarcely seemed to them five
minutes before the sun rose, and the Blue Bird had to fly away.

But the next night the spy slept as soundly as before, so that the Blue
Bird came, and he and the Princess began to think they were perfectly
safe, and to make all sorts of plans for being happy as they were before
the Queen’s visit. But, alas! the third night the spy was not quite so
sleepy, and when the Princess opened her window and cried as usual:

‘Blue Bird, blue as the sky,
Fly to me now, there’s nobody nigh,’

she was wide awake in a moment, though she was sly enough to keep her eyes
shut at first. But presently she heard voices, and peeping cautiously, she
saw by the moonlight the most lovely blue bird in the world, who was
talking to the Princess, while she stroked and caressed it fondly.

The spy did not lose a single word of the conversation, and as soon as the
day dawned, and the Blue Bird had reluctantly said good-bye to the
Princess, she rushed off to the Queen, and told her all she had seen and
heard.

Then the Queen sent for Turritella, and they talked it over, and very soon
came to the conclusion than this Blue Bird was no other than King Charming
himself.

‘Ah! that insolent Princess!’ cried the Queen. ‘To think that when we
supposed her to be so miserable, she was all the while as happy as
possible with that false King. But I know how we can avenge ourselves!’

So the spy was ordered to go back and pretend to sleep as soundly as ever,
and indeed she went to bed earlier than usual, and snored as naturally as
possible, and the poor Princess ran to the window and cried:

‘Blue Bird, blue as the sky,
Fly to me now, there’s nobody by!’

But no bird came. All night long she called, and waited, and listened, but
still there was no answer, for the cruel Queen had caused the fir tree to
be hung all over with knives, swords, razors, shears, bill-hooks, and
sickles, so that when the Blue Bird heard the Princess call, and flew
towards her, his wings were cut, and his little black feet clipped off,
and all pierced and stabbed in twenty places, he fell back bleeding into
his hiding place in the tree, and lay there groaning and despairing, for
he thought the Princess must have been persuaded to betray him, to regain
her liberty.

‘Ah! Fiordelisa, can you indeed be so lovely and so faithless?’ he sighed,
‘then I may as well die at once!’ And he turned over on his side and began
to die. But it happened that his friend the Enchanter had been very much
alarmed at seeing the Frog chariot come back to him without King Charming,
and had been round the world eight times seeking him, but without success.
At the very moment when the King gave himself up to despair, he was
passing through the wood for the eighth time, and called, as he had done
all over the world:

‘Charming! King Charming! Are you here?’

The King at once recognised his friend’s voice, and answered very faintly:

‘I am here.’

The Enchanter looked all round him, but could see nothing, and then the
King said again:

‘I am a Blue Bird.’

Then the Enchanter found him in an instant, and seeing his pitiable
condition, ran hither and thither without a word, until he had collected a
handful of magic herbs, with which, and a few incantations, he speedily
made the King whole and sound again.

‘Now,’ said he, ‘let me hear all about it. There must be a Princess at the
bottom of this.’

‘There are two!’ answered King Charming, with a wry smile.

And then he told the whole story, accusing Fiordelisa of having betrayed
the secret of his visits to make her peace with the Queen, and indeed
saying a great many hard things about her fickleness and her deceitful
beauty, and so on. The Enchanter quite agreed with him, and even went
further, declaring that all Princesses were alike, except perhaps in the
matter of beauty, and advised him to have done with Fiordelisa, and forget
all about her. But, somehow or other, this advice did not quite please the
King.

‘What is to be done next?’ said the Enchanter, ‘since you still have five
years to remain a Blue Bird.’

‘Take me to your palace,’ answered the King; ‘there you can at least keep
me in a cage safe from cats and swords.’

‘Well, that will be the best thing to do for the present,’ said his
friend. ‘But I am not an Enchanter for nothing. I’m sure to have a
brilliant idea for you before long.’

In the meantime Fiordelisa, quite in despair, sat at her window day and
night calling her dear Blue Bird in vain, and imagining over and over
again all the terrible things that could have happened to him, until she
grew quite pale and thin. As for the Queen and Turritella, they were
triumphant; but their triumph was short, for the King, Fiordelisa’s
father, fell ill and died, and all the people rebelled against the Queen
and Turritella, and came in a body to the palace demanding Fiordelisa.

The Queen came out upon the balcony with threats and haughty words, so
that at last they lost their patience, and broke open the doors of the
palace, one of which fell back upon the Queen and killed her. Turritella
fled to the Fairy Mazilla, and all the nobles of the kingdom fetched the
Princess Fiordelisa from her prison in the tower, and made her Queen. Very
soon, with all the care and attention they bestowed upon her, she
recovered from the effects of her long captivity and looked more beautiful
than ever, and was able to take counsel with her courtiers, and arrange
for the governing of her kingdom during her absence. And then, taking a
bagful of jewels, she set out all alone to look for the Blue Bird, without
telling anyone where she was going.

Meanwhile, the Enchanter was taking care of King Charming, but as his
power was not great enough to counteract the Fairy Mazilla’s, he at last
resolved to go and see if he could make any kind of terms with her for his
friend; for you see, Fairies and Enchanters are cousins in a sort of way,
after all; and after knowing one another for five or six hundred years and
falling out, and making it up again pretty often, they understand one
another well enough. So the Fairy Mazilla received him graciously. ‘And
what may you be wanting, Gossip?’ said she.

‘You can do a good turn for me if you will;’ he answered. ‘A King, who is
a friend of mine, was unlucky enough to offend you—’

‘Aha! I know who you mean,’ interrupted the Fairy. ‘I am sorry not to
oblige you, Gossip, but he need expect no mercy from me unless he will
marry my goddaughter, whom you see yonder looking so pretty and charming.
Let him think over what I say.’

The Enchanter hadn’t a word to say, for he thought Turritella really
frightful, but he could not go away without making one more effort for his
friend the King, who was really in great danger as long as he lived in a
cage. Indeed, already he had met with several alarming accidents. Once the
nail on which his cage was hung had given way, and his feathered Majesty
had suffered much from the fall, while Madam Puss, who happened to be in
the room at the time, had given him a scratch in the eye which came very
near blinding him. Another time they had forgotten to give him any water
to drink, so that he was nearly dead with thirst; and the worst thing of
all was that he was in danger of losing his kingdom, for he had been
absent so long that all his subjects believed him to be dead. So
considering all these things the Enchanter agreed with the Fairy Mazilla
that she should restore the King to his natural form, and should take
Turritella to stay in his palace for several months, and if, after the
time was over he still could not make up his mind to marry her, he should
once more be changed into a Blue Bird.

Then the Fairy dressed Turritella in a magnificent gold and silver robe,
and they mounted together upon a flying Dragon, and very soon reached King
Charming’s palace, where he, too, had just been brought by his faithful
friend the Enchanter.

Three strokes of the Fairy’s wand restored his natural form, and he was as
handsome and delightful as ever, but he considered that he paid dearly for
his restoration when he caught sight of Turritella, and the mere idea of
marrying her made him shudder.

Meanwhile, Queen Fiordelisa, disguised as a poor peasant girl, wearing a
great straw hat that concealed her face, and carrying an old sack over her
shoulder, had set out upon her weary journey, and had travelled far,
sometimes by sea and sometimes by land; sometimes on foot, and sometimes
on horseback, but not knowing which way to go. She feared all the time
that every step she took was leading her farther from her lover. One day
as she sat, quite tired and sad, on the bank of a little brook, cooling
her white feet in the clear running water, and combing her long hair that
glittered like gold in the sunshine, a little bent old woman passed by,
leaning on a stick. She stopped, and said to Fiordelisa:

‘What, my pretty child, are you all alone?’

‘Indeed, good mother, I am too sad to care for company,’ she answered; and
the tears ran down her cheeks.

‘Don’t cry,’ said the old woman, ‘but tell me truly what is the matter.
Perhaps I can help you.’

The Queen told her willingly all that had happened, and how she was
seeking the Blue Bird. Thereupon the little old woman suddenly stood up
straight, and grew tall, and young, and beautiful, and said with a smile
to the astonished Fiordelisa:

‘Lovely Queen, the King whom you seek is no longer a bird. My sister
Mazilla has given his own form back to him, and he is in his own kingdom.
Do not be afraid, you will reach him, and will prosper. Take these four
eggs; if you break one when you are in any great difficulty, you will find
aid.’

So saying, she disappeared, and Fiordelisa, feeling much encouraged, put
the eggs into her bag and turned her steps towards Charming’s kingdom.
After walking on and on for eight days and eight nights, she came at last
to a tremendously high hill of polished ivory, so steep that it was
impossible to get a foothold upon it. Fiordelisa tried a thousand times,
and scrambled and slipped, but always in the end found herself exactly
where she started from. At last she sat down at the foot of it in despair,
and then suddenly bethought herself of the eggs. Breaking one quickly, she
found in it some little gold hooks, and with these fastened to her feet
and hands, she mounted the ivory hill without further trouble, for the
little hooks saved her from slipping. As soon as she reached the top a new
difficulty presented itself, for all the other side, and indeed the whole
valley, was one polished mirror, in which thousands and thousands of
people were admiring their reflections. For this was a magic mirror, in
which people saw themselves just as they wished to appear, and pilgrims
came to it from the four corners of the world. But nobody had ever been
able to reach the top of the hill, and when they saw Fiordelisa standing
there, they raised a terrible outcry, declaring that if she set foot upon
their glass she would break it to pieces. The Queen, not knowing what to
do, for she saw it would be dangerous to try to go down, broke the second
egg, and out came a chariot, drawn by two white doves, and Fiordelisa got
into it, and was floated softly away. After a night and a day the doves
alighted outside the gate of King Charming’s kingdom. Here the Queen got
out of the chariot, and kissed the doves and thanked them, and then with a
beating heart she walked into the town, asking the people she met where
she could see the King. But they only laughed at her, crying:

‘See the King? And pray, why do you want to see the King, my little
kitchen-maid? You had better go and wash your face first, your eyes are
not clear enough to see him!’ For the Queen had disguised herself, and
pulled her hair down about her eyes, that no one might know her. As they
would not tell her, she went on farther, and presently asked again, and
this time the people answered that to-morrow she might see the King
driving through the streets with the Princess Turritella, as it was said
that at last he had consented to marry her. This was indeed terrible news
to Fiordelisa. Had she come all this weary way only to find Turritella had
succeeded in making King Charming forget her?

She was too tired and miserable to walk another step, so she sat down in a
doorway and cried bitterly all night long. As soon as it was light she
hastened to the palace, and after being sent away fifty times by the
guards, she got in at last, and saw the thrones set in the great hall for
the King and Turritella, who was already looked upon as Queen.

Fiordelisa hid herself behind a marble pillar, and very soon saw
Turritella make her appearance, richly dressed, but as ugly as ever, and
with her came the King, more handsome and splendid even than Fiordelisa
had remembered him. When Turritella had seated herself upon the throne,
the Queen approached her.

‘Who are you, and how dare you come near my high-mightiness, upon my
golden throne?’ said Turritella, frowning fiercely at her.

‘They call me the little kitchen-maid,’ she replied, ‘and I come to offer
some precious things for sale,’ and with that she searched in her old
sack, and drew out the emerald bracelets King Charming had given her.

‘Ho, ho!’ said Turritella, those are pretty bits of glass. I suppose you
would like five silver pieces for them.’

‘Show them to someone who understands such things, Madam,’ answered the
Queen; ‘after that we can decide upon the price.’

Turritella, who really loved King Charming as much as she could love
anybody, and was always delighted to get a chance of talking to him, now
showed him the bracelets, asking how much he considered them worth. As
soon as he saw them he remembered those he had given to Fiordelisa, and
turned very pale and sighed deeply, and fell into such sad thought that he
quite forgot to answer her. Presently she asked him again, and then he
said, with a great effort:

‘I believe these bracelets are worth as much as my kingdom. I thought
there was only one such pair in the world; but here, it seems, is
another.’

Then Turritella went back to the Queen, and asked her what was the lowest
price she would take for them.

‘More than you would find it easy to pay, Madam,’ answered she; ‘but if
you will manage for me to sleep one night in the Chamber of Echoes, I will
give you the emeralds.’

‘By all means, my little kitchen-maid,’ said Turritella, highly delighted.

The King did not try to find out where the bracelets had come from, not
because he did not want to know, but because the only way would have been
to ask Turritella, and he disliked her so much that he never spoke to her
if he could possibly avoid it. It was he who had told Fiordelisa about the
Chamber of Echoes, when he was a Blue Bird. It was a little room below the
King’s own bed-chamber, and was so ingeniously built that the softest
whisper in it was plainly heard in the King’s room. Fiordelisa wanted to
reproach him for his faithlessness, and could not imagine a better way
than this. So when, by Turritella’s orders, she was left there she began
to weep and lament, and never ceased until daybreak.

The King’s pages told Turritella, when she asked them, what a sobbing and
sighing they had heard, and she asked Fiordelisa what it was all about.
The Queen answered that she often dreamed and talked aloud.

But by an unlucky chance the King heard nothing of all this, for he took a
sleeping draught every night before he lay down, and did not wake up until
the sun was high.

The Queen passed the day in great disquietude.

‘If he did hear me,’ she said, ‘could he remain so cruelly indifferent?
But if he did not hear me, what can I do to get another chance? I have
plenty of jewels, it is true, but nothing remarkable enough to catch
Turritella’s fancy.’

Just then she thought of the eggs, and broke one, out of which came a
little carriage of polished steel ornamented with gold, drawn by six green
mice. The coachman was a rose-coloured rat, the postilion a grey one, and
the carriage was occupied by the tiniest and most charming figures, who
could dance and do wonderful tricks. Fiordelisa clapped her hands and
danced for joy when she saw this triumph of magic art, and as soon as it
was evening, went to a shady garden-path down which she knew Turritella
would pass, and then she made the mice galop, and the tiny people show off
their tricks, and sure enough Turritella came, and the moment she saw it
all cried:

‘Little kitchen-maid, little kitchen-maid, what will you take for your
mouse-carriage?’

And the Queen answered:

‘Let me sleep once more in the Chamber of Echoes.’

‘I won’t refuse your request, poor creature,’ said Turritella
condescendingly.

And then she turned to her ladies and whispered

‘The silly creature does not know how to profit by her chances; so much
the better for me.’

When night came Fiordelisa said all the loving words she could think of,
but alas! with no better success than before, for the King slept heavily
after his draught. One of the pages said:

‘This peasant girl must be crazy;’ but another answered:

‘Yet what she says sounds very sad and touching.’

As for Fiordelisa, she thought the King must have a very hard heart if he
could hear how she grieved and yet pay her no attention. She had but one
more chance, and on breaking the last egg she found to her great delight
that it contained a more marvellous thing than ever. It was a pie made of
six birds, cooked to perfection, and yet they were all alive, and singing
and talking, and they answered questions and told fortunes in the most
amusing way. Taking this treasure Fiordelisa once more set herself to wait
in the great hall through which Turritella was sure to pass, and as she
sat there one of the King’s pages came by, and said to her:

‘Well, little kitchen-maid, it is a good thing that the King always takes
a sleeping draught, for if not he would be kept awake all night by your
sighing and lamenting.’

Then Fiordelisa knew why the King had not heeded her, and taking a handful
of pearls and diamonds out of her sack, she said, ‘If you can promise me
that to-night the King shall not have his sleeping draught, I will give
you all these jewels.’

‘Oh! I promise that willingly,’ said the page.

At this moment Turritella appeared, and at the first sight of the savoury
pie, with the pretty little birds all singing and chattering, she cried:—

‘That is an admirable pie, little kitchen-maid. Pray what will you take
for it?’

‘The usual price,’ she answered. ‘To sleep once more in the Chamber of
Echoes.’

‘By all means, only give me the pie,’ said the greedy Turritella. And when
night was come, Queen Fiordelisa waited until she thought everybody in the
palace would be asleep, and then began to lament as before.

‘Ah, Charming!’ she said, ‘what have I ever done that you should forsake
me and marry Turritella? If you could only know all I have suffered, and
what a weary way I have come to seek you.’

Now the page had faithfully kept his word, and given King Charming a glass
of water instead of his usual sleeping draught, so there he lay wide
awake, and heard every word Fiordelisa said, and even recognised her
voice, though he could not tell where it came from.

‘Ah, Princess!’ he said, ‘how could you betray me to our cruel enemies
when I loved you so dearly?’

Fiordelisa heard him, and answered quickly:

‘Find out the little kitchen-maid, and she will explain everything.’

Then the King in a great hurry sent for his pages and said:

‘If you can find the little kitchen-maid, bring her to me at once.’

‘Nothing could be easier, Sire,’ they answered, ‘for she is in the Chamber
of Echoes.’

The King was very much puzzled when he heard this. How could the lovely
Princess Fiordelisa be a little kitchen-maid? or how could a little
kitchen-maid have Fiordelisa’s own voice? So he dressed hastily, and ran
down a little secret staircase which led to the Chamber of Echoes. There,
upon a heap of soft cushions, sat his lovely Princess. She had laid aside
all her ugly disguises and wore a white silken robe, and her golden hair
shone in the soft lamp-light. The King was overjoyed at the sight, and
rushed to throw himself at her feet, and asked her a thousand questions
without giving her time to answer one. Fiordelisa was equally happy to be
with him once more, and nothing troubled them but the remembrance of the
Fairy Mazilla. But at this moment in came the Enchanter, and with him a
famous Fairy, the same in fact who had given Fiordelisa the eggs. After
greeting the King and Queen, they said that as they were united in wishing
to help King Charming, the Fairy Mazilla had no longer any power against
him, and he might marry Fiordelisa as soon as he pleased. The King’s joy
may be imagined, and as soon as it was day the news was spread through the
palace, and everybody who saw Fiordelisa loved her directly. When
Turritella heard what had happened she came running to the King, and when
she saw Fiordelisa with him she was terribly angry, but before she could
say a word the Enchanter and the Fairy changed her into a big brown owl,
and she floated away out of one of the palace windows, hooting dismally.
Then the wedding was held with great splendour, and King Charming and
Queen Fiordelisa lived happily ever after.

L’Oiseau Bleu. Par Mme. d’Aulnoy.