The Fairy Tales of Charles Perrault. Шарль Перро

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      "You do not know," replied Blue Beard; "I very well know, you were resolved to go into the closet, were you not? Mighty well, Madam; you shall go in, and take your place among the ladies you saw there."

      Upon this she threw herself at her husband's feet, and begged his pardon with all the signs of a true repentance for her disobedience. She would have melted a rock, so beautiful and sorrowful was she; but Blue Beard had a heart harder than any rock.

      "You must die, Madam," said he, "and that presently."

      "Since I must die," answered she, looking upon him with her eyes all bathed in tears, "give me some little time to say my prayers."

      "I give you," replied Blue Beard, "half a quarter of an hour, but not one moment more."

      When she was alone, she called out to her sister, and said to her:

      "Sister Anne" (for that was her name), "go up I beg you, upon the top of the tower, and look if my brothers are not coming; they promised me that they would come to-day, and if you see them, give them a sign to make haste."

      Her sister Anne went up upon the top of the tower, and the poor afflicted wife cried out from time to time, "Anne, sister Anne, do you see any one coming?"

      And sister Anne said:

      "I see nothing but the sun, which makes a dust, and the grass growing green."

      In the mean while Blue Beard, holding a great scimitar in his hand, cried out as loud as he could bawl to his wife:

      "Come down instantly, or I shall come up to you."

      "One moment longer, if you please," said his wife, and then she cried out very softly:

      "Anne, sister Anne, dost thou see any body coming?"

      And sister Anne answered:

      "I see nothing but the sun, which makes a dust, and the grass growing green."

      "Come down quickly," cried Blue Beard, "or I will come up to you."

      "I am coming," answered his wife; and then she cried:

      "Anne, sister Anne, dost thou see any one coming?"

      "I see," replied sister Anne, "a great dust that comes this way."

      "Are they my brothers?"

      "Alas! no, my dear sister, I see a flock of sheep."

      "Will you not come down?" cried Blue Beard.

      "One moment longer," said his wife, and then she cried out:

      "Anne, sister Anne, dost thou see nobody coming?"

      "I see," said she, "two horsemen coming, but they are yet a great way off."

      "God be praised," she cried presently, "they are my brothers; I am beckoning to them, as well as I can, for them to make haste."

      Then Blue Beard bawled out so loud, that he made the whole house tremble. The distressed wife came down, and threw herself at his feet, all in tears, with her hair about her shoulders.

      "Nought will avail," said Blue Beard, "you must die"; then, taking hold of her hair with one hand, and lifting up his scimitar with the other, he was going to take off her head.

      The poor lady turning about to him, and looking at him with dying eyes, desired him to afford her one little moment to recollect herself.

      "No, no," said he, "recommend thyself to God," and was just ready to strike.

      At this very instant there was such a loud knocking at the gate, that Blue Beard made a sudden stop. The gate was opened, and presently entered two horsemen, who drawing their swords, ran directly to Blue Beard. He knew them to be his wife's brothers, one a dragoon, the other a musqueteer; so that he ran away immediately to save himself; but the two brothers pursued so close, that they overtook him before he could get to the steps of the porch, when they ran their swords thro' his body and left him dead. The poor wife was almost as dead as her husband, and had not strength enough to rise and welcome her brothers.

      Blue Beard had no heirs, and so his wife became mistress of all his estate. She made use of one part of it to marry her sister Anne to a young gentleman who had loved her a long while; another part to buy captains' commissions for her brothers; and the rest to marry herself to a very worthy gentleman, who made her forget the ill time she had passed with Blue Beard.

The Moral

      O curiosity, thou mortal bane!

      Spite of thy charms, thou causest often pain

      And sore regret, of which we daily find

      A thousand instances attend mankind:

      For thou – O may it not displease the fair —

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