The Necklace of Princess Fiorimonde

THE NECKLACE OF PRINCESS FIORIMONDE

AND OTHER STORIES

[Illustration: "She was in the garden, lying on the marble edge of a fountain, feeding the gold fish who swam in the water."--FRONTISPIECE.]

THE NECKLACE OF PRINCESS FIORIMONDE;

AND OTHER STORIES

MARY DE MORGAN

[_Author of "On a Pincushion"_]

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY

WALTER CRANE

LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO: 1880

MY SIX LITTLE NEPHEWS AND NIECES

THESE STORIES ARE AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED

THEIR LOVING AUNT

MARY DE MORGAN

CONTENTS.

PAGE

THE NECKLACE OF PRINCESS FIORIMONDE 1

THE WANDERINGS OF ARASMON 43

THE HEART OF PRINCESS JOAN 79

THE PEDLAR'S PACK 131

THE BREAD OF DISCONTENT 140

THE THREE CLEVER KINGS 157

THE WISE PRINCESS 175

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

1. _Frontispiece._ PAGE

2. HEADING AND INITIAL LETTER, "PRINCESS FIORIMONDE" 1

3. THE PRINCESS AND HER LOOKING-GLASS _To face_ 29

4. GERVAISE WITH THE NECKLACE " 39

5. TAILPIECE 42

6. HEADING AND INITIAL LETTER, "THE WANDERINGS OF ARASMON" 43

7. ARASMON AND CHRYSEA PLAYING TO THE VILLAGERS _To face_ 44

8. ARASMON PLAYING BEFORE THE KING " 66

9. TAILPIECE 78

10. HEADING AND INITIAL, "THE HEART OF PRINCESS JOAN" 79

11. THE PRINCE AND THE WIZARD _To face_ 87

12. THE PRISON WINDOW " 128

13. TAILPIECE 130

14. HEADING AND INITIAL LETTER, "THE PEDLAR'S PACK" 131

15. THE PEDLAR AND THE DONKEY _To face_ 131

16. TAILPIECE 139

17. HEADING AND INITIAL, "THE BREAD OF DISCONTENT" 140

18. THE IMP AND THE BAKER _To face_ 141

19. TAILPIECE 156

20. HEADING AND INITIAL, "THE THREE CLEVER KINGS" 157

21. THE THREE CLEVER KINGS _To face_ 170

22. TAILPIECE 174

23. HEADING AND INITIAL, "THE WISE PRINCESS" 175

24. THE WISE PRINCESS ON THE SEA-SHORE _To face_ 178

25. TAILPIECE 184

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THE NECKLACE OF PRINCESS FIORIMONDE

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Once there lived a King, whose wife was dead, but who had a most beautiful daughter--so beautiful that every one thought she must be good as well, instead of which the Princess was really very wicked, and practised witchcraft and black magic, which she had learned from an old witch who lived in a hut on the side of a lonely mountain. This old witch was wicked and hideous, and no one but the King's daughter knew that she lived there; but at night, when every one else was asleep, the Princess, whose name was Fiorimonde, used to visit her by stealth to learn sorcery. It was only the witch's arts which had made Fiorimonde so beautiful that there was no one like her in the world, and in return the Princess helped her with all her tricks, and never told any one she was there.

The time came when the King began to think he should like his daughter to marry, so he summoned his council and said, "We have no son to reign after our death, so we had best seek for a suitable prince to marry to our royal daughter, and then, when we are too old, he shall be king in our stead." And all the council said he was very wise, and it would be well for the Princess to marry. So heralds were sent to all the neighbouring kings and princes to say that the King would choose a husband for the Princess, who should be king after him. But when Fiorimonde heard this she wept with rage, for she knew quite well that if she had a husband he would find out how she went to visit the old witch, and would stop her practising magic, and then she would lose her beauty.

When night came, and every one in the palace was fast asleep, the Princess went to her bedroom window and softly opened it. Then she took from her pocket a handful of peas and held them out of the window and chirruped low, and there flew down from the roof a small brown bird and sat upon her wrist and began to eat the peas. No sooner had it swallowed them than it began to grow and grow and grow till it was so big that the Princess could not hold it, but let it stand on the window-sill, and still it grew and grew and grew till it was as large as an ostrich. Then the Princess climbed out of the window and seated herself on the bird's back, and at once it flew straight away over the tops of the trees till it came to the mountain where the old witch dwelt, and stopped in front of the door of her hut.

The Princess jumped off, and muttered some words through the keyhole, when a croaking voice from within called,

"Why do you come to-night? Have I not told you I wished to be left alone for thirteen nights; why do you disturb me?"

"But I beg of you to let me in," said the Princess, "for I am in trouble and want your help."

"Come in then," said the voice; and the door flew open, and the Princess trod into the hut, in the middle of which, wrapped in a gray cloak which almost hid her, sat the witch. Princess Fiorimonde sat down near her, and told her, her story. How the King wished her to marry, and had sent word to the neighbouring princes, that they might make offers for her.

"This is truly bad hearing," croaked the witch, "but we shall beat them yet; and you must deal with each Prince as he comes. Would you like them to become dogs, to come at your call, or birds, to fly in the air, and sing of your beauty, or will you make them all into beads, the beads of such a necklace as never woman wore before, so that they may rest upon your neck, and you may take them with you always."

"The necklace! the necklace!" cried the Princess, clapping her hands with joy. "That will be best of all, to sling them upon a string and wear them around my throat. Little will the courtiers know whence come my new jewels."