THE SHE-BEAR

Truly the wise man said well that a command of gall cannot be obeyed

like one of sugar. A man must require just and reasonable things if he

would see the scales of obedience properly trimmed.

From orders which are improper springs resistance which is not easily

overcome, as happened to the King of Rough-Rock, who, by asking what he

ought not of his daughter, caused her to run away from him, at the risk

of losing both honour and life.

There lived, it is said, once upon a time a King of Rough-Rock, who had

a wife the very mother of beauty, but in the full career of her years

she fell from the horse of health and broke her life. Before the candle

of life went out at the auction of her years she called her husband and

said to him, "I know you have always loved me tenderly; show me,

therefore, at the close of my days the completion of your love by

promising me never to marry again, unless you find a woman as beautiful

as I have been, otherwise I leave you my curse, and shall bear you

hatred even in the other world."

The King, who loved his wife beyond measure, hearing this her last

wish, burst into tears, and for some time could not answer a single

word. At last, when he had done weeping, he said to her, "Sooner than

take another wife may the gout lay hold of me; may I have my head cut

off like a mackerel! My dearest love, drive such a thought from your

mind; do not believe in dreams, or that I could love any other woman;

you were the first new coat of my love, and you shall carry away with

you the last rags of my affection."

As he said these words the poor young Queen, who was at the point of

death, turned up her eyes and stretched out her feet. When the King saw

her life thus running out he unstopped the channels of his eyes, and

made such a howling and beating and outcry that all the Court came

running up, calling on the name of the dear soul, and upbraiding

Fortune for taking her from him, and plucking out his beard, he cursed

the stars that had sent him such a misfortune. But bearing in mind the

maxim, "Pain in one's elbow and pain for one's wife are alike hard to

bear, but are soon over," ere the Night had gone forth into the

place-of-arms in the sky to muster the bats he began to count upon his

fingers and to reflect thus to himself, "Here is my wife dead, and I am

left a wretched widower, with no hope of seeing any one but this poor

daughter whom she has left me. I must therefore try to discover some

means or other of having a son and heir. But where shall I look? Where

shall I find a woman equal in beauty to my wife? Every one appears a

witch in comparison with her; where, then, shall I find another with a

bit of stick, or seek another with the bell, if Nature made Nardella

(may she be in glory), and then broke the mould? Alas, in what a

labyrinth has she put me, in what a perplexity has the promise I made

her left me! But what do I say? I am running away before I have seen

the wolf; let me open my eyes and ears and look about; may there not be

some other as beautiful? Is it possible that the world should be lost

to me? Is there such a dearth of women, or is the race extinct?"

So saying he forthwith issued a proclamation and command that all the

handsome women in the world should come to the touch-stone of beauty,

for he would take the most beautiful to wife and endow her with a

kingdom. Now, when this news was spread abroad, there was not a woman

in the universe who did not come to try her luck--not a witch, however

ugly, who stayed behind; for when it is a question of beauty, no

scullion-wench will acknowledge herself surpassed; every one piques

herself on being the handsomest; and if the looking-glass tells her the

truth she blames the glass for being untrue, and the quicksilver for

being put on badly.

When the town was thus filled with women the King had them all drawn up

in a line, and he walked up and down from top to bottom, and as he

examined and measured each from head to foot one appeared to him

wry-browed, another long-nosed, another broad-mouthed, another

thick-lipped, another tall as a may-pole, another short and dumpy,

another too stout, another too slender; the Spaniard did not please him

on account of her dark colour, the Neopolitan was not to his fancy on

account of her gait, the German appeared cold and icy, the Frenchwoman

frivolous and giddy, the Venetian with her light hair looked like a

distaff of flax. At the end of the end, one for this cause and another

for that, he sent them all away, with one hand before and the other

behind; and, seeing that so many fair faces were all show and no wool,

he turned his thoughts to his own daughter, saying, "Why do I go

seeking the impossible when my daughter Preziosa is formed in the same

mould of beauty as her mother? I have this fair face here in my house,

and yet go looking for it at the fag-end of the world. She shall marry

whom I will, and so I shall have an heir."

When Preziosa heard this she retired to her chamber, and bewailing her

ill-fortune as if she would not leave a hair upon her head; and, whilst

she was lamenting thus, an old woman came to her, who was her

confidant. As soon as she saw Preziosa, who seemed to belong more to

the other world than to this, and heard the cause of her grief, the old

woman said to her, "Cheer up, my daughter, do not despair; there is a

remedy for every evil save death. Now listen; if your father speaks to

you thus once again put this bit of wood into your mouth, and instantly

you will be changed into a she-bear; then off with you! for in his

fright he will let you depart, and go straight to the wood, where

Heaven has kept good-fortune in store for you since the day you were

born, and whenever you wish to appear a woman, as you are and will

remain, only take the piece of wood out of your mouth and you will

return to your true form." Then Preziosa embraced the old woman, and,

giving her a good apronful of meal, and ham and bacon, sent her away.

As soon as the Sun began to change his quarters, the King ordered the

musicians to come, and, inviting all his lords and vassals, he held a

great feast. And after dancing for five or six hours, they all sat down

to table, and ate and drank beyond measure. Then the King asked his

courtiers to whom he should marry Preziosa, as she was the picture of

his dead wife. But the instant Preziosa heard this, she slipped the bit

of wood into her mouth, and took the figure of a terrible she-bear, at

the sight of which all present were frightened out of their wits, and

ran off as fast as they could scamper.

Meanwhile Preziosa went out, and took her way to a wood, where the

Shades were holding a consultation how they might do some mischief to

the Sun at the close of day. And there she stayed, in the pleasant

companionship of the other animals, until the son of the King of

Running-Water came to hunt in that part of the country, who, at the

sight of the bear, had like to have died on the spot. But when he saw

the beast come gently up to him, wagging her tail like a little dog and

rubbing her sides against him, he took courage, and patted her, and

said, "Good bear, good bear! there, there! poor beast, poor beast!"

Then he led her home and ordered that she should be taken great care

of; and he had her put into a garden close to the royal palace, that he

might see her from the window whenever he wished.

One day, when all the people of the house were gone out, and the Prince

was left alone, he went to the window to look out at the bear; and

there he beheld Preziosa, who had taken the piece of wood out of her

mouth, combing her golden tresses. At the sight of this beauty, which

was beyond the beyonds, he had like to have lost his senses with

amazement, and tumbling down the stairs he ran out into the garden. But

Preziosa, who was on the watch and observed him, popped the piece of

wood into her mouth, and was instantly changed into a bear again.

When the Prince came down and looked about in vain for Preziosa, whom

he had seen from the window above, he was so amazed at the trick that a

deep melancholy came over him, and in four days he fell sick, crying

continually, "My bear, my bear!" His mother, hearing him wailing thus,

imagined that the bear had done him some hurt, and gave orders that she

should be killed. But the servants, enamoured of the tameness of the

bear, who made herself beloved by the very stones in the road, took

pity on her, and, instead of killing her, they led her to the wood, and

told the queen that they had put an end to her.

When this came to the ears of the Prince, he acted in a way to pass

belief. Ill or well he jumped out of bed, and was going at once to make

mincemeat of the servants. But when they told him the truth of the

affair, he jumped on horseback, half-dead as he was, and went rambling

about and seeking everywhere, until at length he found the bear. Then

he took her home again, and putting her into a chamber, said to her, "O

lovely morsel for a King, who art shut up in this skin! O candle of

love, who art enclosed within this hairy lanthorn! Wherefore all this

trifling? Do you wish to see me pine and pant, and die by inches? I am

wasting away; without hope, and tormented by thy beauty. And you see

clearly the proof, for I am shrunk two-thirds in size, like wine boiled

down, and am nothing but skin and bone, for the fever is

double-stitched to my veins. So lift up the curtain of this hairy hide,

and let me gaze upon the spectacle of thy beauty! Raise, O raise the

leaves off this basket, and let me get a sight of the fine fruit

beneath! Lift up that curtain, and let my eyes pass in to behold the

pomp of wonders! Who has shut up so smooth a creature in a prison woven

of hair? Who has locked up so rich a treasure in a leathern chest? Let

me behold this display of graces, and take in payment all my love; for

nothing else can cure the troubles I endure."

But when he had said, again and again, this and a great deal more, and

still saw that all his words were thrown away, he took to his bed, and

had such a desperate fit that the doctors prognosticated badly of his

case. Then his mother, who had no other joy in the world, sat down by

his bedside, and said to him, "My son, whence comes all this grief?

What melancholy humour has seized you? You are young, you are loved,

you are great, you are rich--what then is it you want, my son? Speak; a

bashful beggar carries an empty bag. If you want a wife, only choose,

and I will bring the match about; do you take, and I'll pay. Do you not

see that your illness is an illness to me? Your pulse beats with fever

in your veins, and my heart beats with illness in my brain, for I have

no other support of my old age than you. So be cheerful now, and cheer

up my heart, and do not see the whole kingdom thrown into mourning,

this house into lamentation, and your mother forlorn and heart-broken."

When the Prince heard these words, he said, "Nothing can console me but

the sight of the bear. Therefore, if you wish to see me well again, let

her be brought into this chamber; I will have no one else to attend me,

and make my bed, and cook for me, but she herself; and you may be sure

that this pleasure will make me well in a trice."

Thereupon his mother, although she thought it ridiculous enough for the

bear to act as cook and chambermaid, and feared that her son was not in

his right mind, yet, in order to gratify him, had the bear fetched. And

when the bear came up to the Prince's bed, she raised her paw and felt

the patient's pulse, which made the Queen laugh outright, for she

thought every moment that the bear would scratch his nose. Then the

Prince said, "My dear bear, will you not cook for me, and give me my

food, and wait upon me?" and the bear nodded her head, to show that she

accepted the office. Then his mother had some fowls brought, and a fire

lighted on the hearth in the same chamber, and some water set to boil;

whereupon the bear, laying hold on a fowl, scalded and plucked it

handily, and drew it, and then stuck one portion of it on the spit, and

with the other part she made such a delicious hash that the Prince, who

could not relish even sugar, licked his fingers at the taste. And when

he had done eating, the bear handed him drink with such grace that the

Queen was ready to kiss her on the forehead. Thereupon the Prince

arose, and the bear quickly set about making the bed; and running into

the garden, she gathered a clothful of roses and citron-flowers and

strewed them over it, so that the queen said the bear was worth her

weight in gold, and that her son had good reason to be fond of her.

But when the Prince saw these pretty offices they only added fuel to

the fire; and if before he wasted by ounces, he now melted away by

pounds, and he said to the Queen, "My lady mother, if I do not give

this bear a kiss, the breath will leave my body." Whereupon the Queen,

seeing him fainting away, said, "Kiss him, kiss him, my beautiful

beast! Let me not see my poor son die of longing!" Then the bear went

up to the Prince, and taking him by the cheeks, kissed him again and

again. Meanwhile (I know not how it was) the piece of wood slipped out

of Preziosa's mouth, and she remained in the arms of the Prince, the

most beautiful creature in the world; and pressing her to his heart, he

said, "I have caught you, my little rogue! You shall not escape from me

again without a good reason." At these words Preziosa, adding the

colour of modesty to the picture of her natural beauty, said to him, "I

am indeed in your hands--only guard me safely, and marry me when you

will."

Then the Queen inquired who the beautiful maiden was, and what had

brought her to this savage life; and Preziosa related the whole story

of her misfortunes, at which the Queen, praising her as a good and

virtuous girl, told her son that she was content that Preziosa should

be his wife. Then the Prince, who desired nothing else in life,

forthwith pledged her his faith; and the mother giving them her

blessing, this happy marriage was celebrated with great feasting and

illuminations, and Preziosa experienced the truth of the saying that--

"One who acts well may always expect good."

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