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There was once a great king who had one only little daughter, and
this daughter was always entreating him to take her out hunting.
'It is not proper for little girls to go out hunting,' he used to
say; but it was no use. She went on begging all the same, and at
last her importunity gained the day, and he took her with him. But
in the forest she got separated from him and lost herself, and he,
full of the ardour of the chase, forgot the care of her, and, when
he came to think of her, she could no more be found.
She wandered about the forest crying for her father, but her father
came not; and instead of her father a selvaggio [319] found her,
and fell in love with her, and took her to his den and married her,
and she had two children.
When ten years had passed, and there were no tidings of her, the queen,
her mother, died of a broken heart. [320]
But the selvaggio loved her dearly, and did everything in his power
to give her pleasure. When he found she could not eat the raw game
which he brought her, he would go into the towns and steal cooked food
and bring it to her, and when he could not get that he would go ever
so far to find fruits and roots. Everything, he did to please her,
but it was no use, she could not love him.
At last, however, after so many years were passed, he thought she was
at least used to the way of life with him, and he no longer watched her
so closely. One day when he was gone to a long distance she wandered
on to a cliff that overhung the sea, and looked till she saw a ship,
then she called to it and made signs to it to come and pick her up.
The captain took compassion on her distress, and made for the land,
and took her on board and wrapped her in a cloak, [321] and she told
him who she was and he promised to take her home. He gave her a white
kerchief to put on her head and another to hold in her hand.
They had not got far out to sea when the selvaggio found out what had
happened, and came running to the same cliff where she had stood, and
made signs entreating her to come back; but she shook the handkerchief
she held in token of refusal.
Then what did he do? He ran back to the den and fetched one of the
children and held it up, appealing to her mother's instincts; but she
always continued waving the handkerchief in token of refusal. When
he saw that this prevailed not, he ran back to the den and fetched
the other child, and held them both up to plead with her to come
back. But she always, and always, went on waving the handkerchief
in token of refusal. Then what did he do? He took out his knife and
plunged it into the one child, as signifying that if she did not
come back he would kill the other also. But even for that she was not
moved, but went on waving the handkerchief in token of refusal. Then
with his knife he killed the other child, for he had no hope left;
but she could not go back to that life with him, and went on waving
the handkerchief in token of refusal.
Then with his claw [322] he tore open his breast, and tore out his
heart, and died for the love he bore her.
But the sailors took her home, and they were richly rewarded, and
there was great rejoicing.
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