“East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon” by Peter Christen Asbjornsen and Jorgen Möe (in English)

Once upon a time there was a poor husbandman1 who had many children and little to give them in the way either of food or clothing. They were all pretty, but the prettiest of all was the youngest daughter, who was so beautiful that there were no bounds to her beauty.

                So once - it was late on a Thursday evening in autumn, and wild weather outside, terribly dark, and raining so heavily and blowing so hard that the walls of the cottage shook again - they were all sitting together by the fireside, each of them busy with something or other, when suddenly some one rapped three times against the window- pane. The man went out to see what could be the matter, and when he got out there stood a great big white bear.

                "Good-evening to you," said the White Bear.

                "Good-evening," said the man.

                "Will you give me your youngest daughter?" said the White Bear; "if you will, you shall be as rich as you are now poor.

                Truly the man would have had no objection to be rich, but he thought to himself: "I must first ask my daughter about this," so he went in and told them that there was a great white bear outside who had faithfully promised to make them all rich if he might but have the youngest daughter.

                She said no, and would not hear of it; so the man went out again, and settled with the White Bear that he should come again next Thursday evening, and get her answer. Then the man persuaded her, and talked so much to her about the wealth that they would have, and what a good thing it would be for herself, that at last she made up her mind to go, and washed and mended all her rags, made herself as smart as she could, and held herself in readiness to set out. Little enough had she to take away with her.

                Next Thursday evening the White Bear came to fetch her. She seated herself on his back with her bundle, and thus they departed. When they had gone a great part of the way, the White Bear said: "Are you afraid?"

                "No, that I am not," said she.

                "Keep tight hold of my fur, and then there is no danger," said he.

                And thus she rode far, far away, until they came to a great mountain. Then the White Bear knocked on it, and a door opened, and they went into a castle where there were many brilliantly lighted rooms which shone with gold and silver, likewise a large hall in which there was a well-spread table, and it was so magnificent that it would be hard to make anyone understand how splendid it was. The White Bear gave her a silver bell, and told her that when she needed anything she had but to ring this bell, and what she wanted would appear. So after she had eaten, and night was drawing near, she grew sleepy after her journey, and thought she would like to go to bed.

                She rang the bell, and scarcely had she touched it before she found herself in a chamber where a bed stood ready made for her, which was as pretty as anyone could wish to sleep in. It had pillows of silk, and curtains of silk fringed with gold, and everything that was in the room was of gold or silver, but when she had lain down and put out the light a man came and lay down beside her, and behold it was the White Bear, who cast off the form of a beast during the night. She never saw him, however, for he always came after she had put out her light, and went away before daylight appeared.

                So all went well and happily for a time, but then she began to be very sad and sorrowful, for all day long she had to go about alone; and she did so wish to go home to her father and mother and brothers and sisters. Then the White Bear asked what it was that she wanted, and she told him that it was so dull there in the mountain, and that she had to go about all alone, and that in her parents' house at home there were all her brothers and sisters, and it was because she could not go to them that she was so sorrowful.

                "There might be a cure for that," said the White Bear, "if you would but promise me never to talk with your mother alone, but only when the others are there too; for she will take hold of your hand," he said, "and will want to lead you into a room to talk with you alone; but that you must by no means do, or you will bring great misery on both of us."

                So one Sunday the White Bear came and said that they could now set out to see her father and mother, and they journeyed thither, she sitting on his back, and they went a long, long way, and it took a long, long time; but at last they came to a large white farmhouse, and her brothers and sisters were running about outside it, playing, and it was so pretty that it was a pleasure to look at it.

                "Your parents dwell here now," said the White Bear; "but do not forget what I said to you, or you will do much harm both to yourself and me."

                "No, indeed," said she, "I shall never forget;" and as soon as she was at home the White Bear turned round and went back again.

                There were such rejoicings when she went in to her parents that it seemed as if they would never come to an end. Everyone thought that he could never be sufficiently grateful to her for all she had done for them all. Now they had everything that they wanted, and everything was as good as it could be. They all asked her how she was getting on where she was. All was well with her too, she said; and she had everything that she could want. What other answers she gave I cannot say, but I am pretty sure that they did not learn much from her. But in the afternoon, after they had dined at midday, all happened just as the White Bear had said. Her mother wanted to talk with her alone in her own chamber. But she remembered what the White Bear had said, and would on no account go. "What we have to say can be said at any time," she answered. But somehow or other her mother at last persuaded her, and she was forced to tell the whole story. So she told how every night a man came and lay down beside her when the lights were all put out, and how she never saw him, because he always went away before it grew light in the morning, and how she continually went about in sadness, thinking how happy she would be if she could but see him, and how all day long she had to go about alone, and it was so dull and solitary. "Oh!" cried the mother, in horror, "you are very likely sleeping with a troll! But I will teach you a way to see him. You shall have a bit of one of my candles, which you can take away with you hidden in your breast. Look at him with that when he is asleep, but take care not to let any tallow drop upon him."

                So she took the candle, and hid it in her breast, and when evening drew near the White Bear came to fetch her away. When they had gone some distance on their way, the White Bear asked her if everything had not happened just as he had foretold, and she could not but own that it had. "Then, if you have done what your mother wished," said he, "you have brought great misery on both of us." "No," she said, "I have not done anything at all." So when she had reached home and had gone to bed it was just the same as it had been before, and a man came and lay down beside her, and late at night, when she could hear that he was sleeping, she got up and kindled a light, lit her candle, let her light shine on him, and saw him, and he was the handsomest prince that eyes had ever beheld, and she loved him so much that it seemed to her that she must die if she did not kiss him that very moment. So she did kiss him; but while she was doing it she let three drops of hot tallow fall upon his shirt, and he awoke. "What have you done now?" said he; "you have brought misery on both of us. If you had but held out for the space of one year I should have been free. I have a step-mother who has bewitched me so that I am a white bear by day and a man by night; but now all is at an end between you and me, and I must leave you, and go to her. She lives in a castle which lies east of the sun and west of the moon, and there too is a princess with a nose which is three ells long, and she now is the one whom I must marry."

                She wept and lamented, but all in vain, for go he must. Then she asked him if she could not go with him. But no, that could not be. "Can you tell me the way then, and I will seek you -- that I may surely be allowed to do!"

                "Yes, you may do that," said he; "but there is no way thither. It lies east of the sun and west of the moon, and never would you find your way there."

                When she awoke in the morning both the Prince and the castle were gone, and she was lying on a small green patch in the midst of a dark, thick wood. By her side lay the self-same bundle of rags which she had brought with her from her own home. So when she had rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and wept till she was weary, she set out on her way, and thus she walked for many and many a long day, until at last she came to a great mountain. Outside it an aged woman was sitting, playing with a golden apple. The girl asked her if she knew the way to the Prince who lived with his stepmother in the castle which lay east of the sun and west of the moon, and who was to marry a princess with a nose which was three ells long. "How do you happen to know about him?" inquired the old woman; "maybe you are she who ought to have had him." "Yes, indeed, I am," she said. "So it is you, then?" said the old woman; "I know nothing about him but that he dwells in a castle which is east of the sun and west of the moon. You will be a long time in getting to it, if ever you get to it at all; but you shall have the loan of my horse, and then you can ride on it to an old woman who is a neighbor of mine: perhaps she can tell you about him. When you have got there you must just strike the horse beneath the left ear and bid it go home again; but you may take the golden apple with you."

                So the girl seated herself on the horse, and rode for a long, long way, and at last she came to the mountain, where an aged woman was sitting outside with a gold carding-comb. The girl asked her if she knew the way to the castle which lay east of the sun and west of the moon; but she said what the first old woman had said: "I know nothing about it, but that it is east of the sun and west of the moon, and that you will be a long time in getting to it, if ever you get there at all; but you shall have the loan of my horse to an old woman who lives the nearest to me: perhaps she may know where the castle is, and when you have got to her you may just strike the horse beneath the left ear and bid it go home again." Then she gave her the gold carding-comb, for it might, perhaps, be of use to her, she said.

                So the girl seated herself on the horse, and rode a wearisome long way onward again, and after a very long time she came to a great mountain, where an aged woman was sitting, spinning at a golden spinning-wheel. Of this woman, too, she inquired if she knew the way to the Prince, and where to find the castle which lay east of the sun and west of the moon. But it was only the same thing once again. "Maybe it was you who should have had the Prince," said the old woman. "Yes, indeed, I should have been the one," said the girl. But this old crone knew the way no better than the others -- it was east of the sun and west of the moon, she knew that, "and you will be a long time in getting to it, if ever you get to it at all," she said; "but you may have the loan of my horse, and I think you had better ride to the East Wind, and ask him: perhaps he may know where the castle is, and will blow you thither. But when you have got to him you must just strike the horse beneath the left ear, and he will come home again." And then she gave her the golden spinning-wheel, saying: "Perhaps you may find that you have a use for it."

                The girl had to ride for a great many days, and for a long and wearisome time, before she got there; but at last she did arrive, and then she asked the East Wind if he could tell her the way to the Prince who dwelt east of the sun and west of the moon. "Well," said the East Wind, "I have heard tell of the Prince, and of his castle, but I do not know the way to it, for I have never blown so far; but, if you like, I will go with you to my brother the West Wind: he may know that, for he is much stronger than I am. You may sit on my back, and then I can carry you there." So she seated herself on his back, and they did go so swiftly! When they got there, the East Wind went in and said that the girl whom he had brought was the one who ought to have had the Prince up at the castle which lay east of the sun and west of the moon, and that now she was traveling about to find him again, so he had come there with her, and would like to hear if the West Wind knew whereabout the castle was. "No," said the West Wind; "so far as that have I never blown; but if you like I will go with you to the South Wind, for he is much stronger than either of us, and he has roamed far and wide, and perhaps he can tell you what you want to know. You may seat yourself on my back, and then I will carry you to him."

                So she did this, and journeyed to the South Wind, neither was she very long on the way. When they had got there, the West Wind asked him if he could tell her the way to the castle that lay east of the sun and west of the moon, for she was the girl who ought to marry the Prince who lived there. "Oh, indeed!" said the South Wind, "is that she? Well," said he, "I have wandered about a great deal in my time, and in all kinds of places, but I have never blown so far as that. If you like, however, I will go with you to my brother, the North Wind; he is the oldest and strongest of all of us, and if he does not know where it is no one in the whole world will be able to tell you. You may sit upon my back, and then I will carry you there." So she seated herself on his back, and off he went from his house in great haste, and they were not long on the way. When they came near the North Wind's dwelling, he was so wild and frantic that they felt cold gusts a long while before they got there. "What do you want?" he roared out from afar, and they froze as they heard.

                Said the South Wind: "It is I, and this is she who should have had the Prince who lives in the castle which lies east of the sun and west of the moon. And now she wishes to ask you if you have ever been there, and can tell her the way, for she would gladly find him again."

                "Yes," said the North Wind, "I know where it is. I once blew an aspen leaf there, but I was so tired that for many days afterward I was not able to blow at all. However, if you really are anxious to go there, and are not afraid to go with me, I will take you on my back, and try if I can blow you there."

                "Get there I must," said she; "and if there is any way of going I will; and I have no fear, no matter how fast you go."

                "Very well then," said the North Wind; "but you must sleep here to-night, for if we are ever to get there we must have the day before us."

                The North Wind woke her betimes next morning, and puffed himself up, and made himself so big and so strong that it was frightful to see him, and away they went, high up through the air, as if they would not stop until they had reached the very end of the world. Down below there was such a storm! It blew down woods and houses, and when they were above the sea the ships were wrecked by hundreds. And thus they tore on and on, and a long time went by, and then yet more time passed, and still they were above the sea, and the North Wind grew tired, and more tired, and at last so utterly weary that he was scarcely able to blow any longer, and he sank and sank, lower and lower, until at last he went so low that the waves dashed against the heels of the poor girl he was carrying. "Art thou afraid?" said the North Wind. "I have no fear," said she; and it was true. But they were not very, very far from land, and there was just enough strength left in the North Wind to enable him to throw her on to the shore, immediately under the windows of a castle which lay east of the sun and west of the moon; but then he was so weary and worn out that he was forced to rest for several days before he could go to his own home again.

                Next morning she sat down beneath the walls of the castle to play with the golden apple, and the first person she saw was the maiden with the long nose, who was to have the Prince. "How much do you want for that gold apple of yours, girl?" said she, opening the window. "It can't be bought either for gold or money," answered the girl. "If it cannot be bought either for gold or money, what will buy it? You may say what you please," said the Princess.

                "Well, if I may go to the Prince who is here, and be with him to-night, you shall have it,"56 said the girl who had come with the North Wind. "You may do that," said the Princess, for she had made up her mind what she would do. So the Princess got the golden apple, but when the girl went up to the Prince's apartment that night he was asleep, for the Princess had so contrived it. The poor girl called to him, and shook him, and between whiles she wept; but she could not wake him.58 In the morning, as soon as day dawned, in came the Princess with the long nose, and drove her out again. In the daytime she sat down once more beneath the windows of the castle, and began to card with her golden carding-comb; and then all happened as it had happened before. The Princess asked her what she wanted for it, and she replied that it was not for sale, either for gold or money, but that if she could get leave to go to the Prince, and be with him during the night, she should have it. But when she went up to the Prince's room he was again asleep, and, let her call him, or shake him, or weep as she would, he still slept on, and she could not put any life in him. When daylight came in the morning, the Princess with the long nose came too, and once more drove her away. When day had quite come, the girl seated herself under the castle windows, to spin with her golden spinning-wheel, and the Princess with the long nose wanted to have that also. So she opened the window, and asked what she would take for it. The girl said what she had said on each of the former occasions - that it was not for sale either for gold or for money, but if she could get leave to go to the Prince who lived there, and be with him during the night, she should have it.

                "Yes," said the Princess, "I will gladly consent to that."

                But in that place there were some Christian folk who had been carried off, and they had been sitting in the chamber which was next to that of the Prince, and had heard how a woman had been in there who had wept and called on him two nights running, and they told the Prince of this. So that evening, when the Princess came once more with her sleeping-drink, he pretended to drink, but threw it away behind him, for he suspected that it was a sleeping-drink. So, when the girl went into the Prince's room this time he was awake, and she had to tell him how she had come there. "You have come just in time," said the Prince, "for I should have been married to-morrow; but I will not have the long-nosed Princess, and you alone can save me. I will say that I want to see what my bride can do, and bid her wash the shirt which has the three drops of tallow on it. This she will consent to do, for she does not know that it is you who let them fall on it; but no one can wash them out but one born of Christian folk: it cannot be done by one of a pack of trolls; and then I will say that no one shall ever be my bride but the woman who can do this, and I know that you can." There was great joy and gladness between them all that night, but the next day, when the wedding was to take place, the Prince said, "I must see what my bride can do." "That you may do," said the stepmother.

                "I have a fine shirt which I want to wear as my wedding shirt, but three drops of tallow have got upon it which I want to have washed off, and I have vowed to marry no one but the woman who is able to do it. If she cannot do that, she is not worth having."

                Well, that was a very small matter, they thought, and agreed to do it. The Princess with the long nose began to wash as well as she could, but, the more she washed and rubbed, the larger the spots grew. "Ah! you can't wash at all," said the old troll-hag, who was her mother. "Give it to me." But she too had not had the shirt very long in her hands before it looked worse still, and, the more she washed it and rubbed it, the larger and blacker grew the spots.

                So the other trolls had to come and wash, but, the more they did, the blacker and uglier grew the shirt, until at length it was as black as if it had been up the chimney. "Oh," cried the Prince, "not one of you is good for anything at all! There is a beggar-girl sitting outside the window, and I'll be bound that she can wash better than any of you! Come in, you girl there!" he cried. So she came in. "Can you wash this shirt clean?" he cried. "Oh! I don't know," she said; "but I will try." And no sooner had she taken the shirt and dipped it in the water than it was white as driven snow, and even whiter than that. "I will marry you," said the Prince.

                Then the old troll-hag flew into such a rage that she burst, and the Princess with the long nose and all the little trolls must have burst too, for they have never been heard of since. The Prince and his bride set free all the Christian folk who were imprisoned there, and took away with them all the gold and silver that they could carry, and moved far away from the castle which lay east of the sun and west of the moon.

Untitled Poem by José Thiesen (in Portuguese)

Cresce em meu coração
os verdes ramos duma oliveira;
voam no meu coração
nuvens brancas de verão.
Brota de teus lábios vermelhos
a água que alimenta
as nuvens e a oliveira em mim.
Meus dedos correm sobre teu peito
como gazelas na savana ardente.
      Longe, no céu, a lua
      nos vê e empalidece.

"Mystery of the Valley of Giants!" by Unknown Writer (in English)

art by Syd Shores, Joe Maneely, and John Severin - Black Rider #8- Timely, March 1950.

 

"Salutation of the Blessed Virgin" by St Francis of Assisi (translated into English)

      Hail, holy Lady, most holy Queen, Mother of God, Mary who art ever Virgin, chosen from Heaven by the most Holy Father, whom He has consecrated with the most holy beloved Son and the Ghostly Paraclete, in whom was and is all the fulness of grace and all good. Hail thou His palace! Hail thou His tabernacle.! Hail thou His house. Hail thou His garment! Hail thou His handmaid! Hail thou His Mother and all ye holy virtues which by the grace and illumination of the Holy Ghost thou infusest in the heart of the faithful, that from infidels ye mayest make them faithful to God. 

“Le Petit Poucet” by Charles Perrault (in French)

    Il était une fois un bûcheron et une bûcheronne qui avaient sept enfants, tous des garçons. L'aîné n'avait que dix ans et le plus jeune n'en avait que sept. On s'étonnera que le bûcheron ait eu tant d'enfants en si peu de temps; mais c'est que sa femme allait vite en besogne, et n'en faisait pas moins de deux à la fois. Ils étaient très pauvres, et leurs sept enfants les incommodaient beaucoup, parce qu'aucun d'eux ne pouvait encore gagner sa vie. Ce qui les chagrinait encore, c'est que le plus jeune était fort délicat et ne disait mot : prenant pour bêtise ce qui était une marque de la bonté de son esprit. Il était tout petit, et quand il vint au monde, il n'était guère plus gros que le pouce, ce qui fit que l'on l'appela le petit Poucet. Ce pauvre enfant était le souffre-douleurs de la maison, et on lui donnait toujours tort. Cependant il était le plus fin, et le plus avisé de tous ses frères, et s'il parlait peu, il écoutait beaucoup.

    Il vint une année très fâcheuse, et la famine fut si grande, que ces pauvres gens résolurent de se défaire de leurs enfants. Un soir que les enfants étaient couchés, et que le bûcheron était auprès du feu avec sa femme, il lui dit, le coeur serré de douleur :

    -"Tu vois bien que nous ne pouvons plus nourrir nos enfants; je ne saurais les voir mourir de faim devant mes yeux, et je suis résolu d'aller les perdre demain au bois, ce qui sera bien aisé, car tandis qu'ils s'amuseront à fagoter, nous n'avons qu'à nous enfuir sans qu'ils nous voient."

    -" Ah !" s'écria la bûcheronne, " pourrais-tu bien toi-même mener perdre tes enfants ?"

    Son mari avait beau lui représenter leur grande pauvreté, elle ne pouvait y consentir; elle était pauvre, mais elle était leur mère. Cependant ayant considéré quelle douleur ce lui serait de les voir mourir de faim, elle y consentit, et alla se coucher en pleurant. Le petit Poucet entendit tout ce qu'ils dirent, car ayant entendu depuis son lit qu'ils parlaient d'affaires, il s'était levé doucement, et s'était glissé sous l'escabelle de son père pour les écouter sans être vu. Il alla se recoucher et ne dormit point le reste de la nuit, songeant à ce qu'il avait à faire. Il se leva de bon matin, et alla au bord d'un ruisseau où il emplit ses poches de petits cailloux blancs, et ensuite revint à la maison. On partit, et le petit Poucet ne dit rien de tout ce qu'il savait à ses frères. Ils allèrent dans une forêt très épaisse, où à dix pas de distance on ne se voyait pas l'un l'autre. Le bûcheron se mit à couper du bois et ses enfants à ramasser les broutilles pour faire des fagots. Le père et la mère, les voyant occupés à travailler, s'éloignèrent d'eux insensiblement, et puis s'enfuirent tout à coup par un petit sentier détourné. Lorsque les enfants se virent seuls, ils se mirent à crier et à pleurer de toute leur force. Le petit Poucet les laissait crier, sachant bien par où il reviendrait à la maison; car en marchant il avait laissé tomber le long du chemin les petits cailloux blancs qu'il avait dans ses poches. Il leur dit donc :

    -"Ne craignez point, mes frères; mon père et ma mère nous ont laissés ici, mais je vous ramènerai bien au logis, suivez-moi seulement."

    Ils le suivirent, et il les mena jusqu'à leur maison par le même chemin qu'ils étaient venus dans la forêt. Ils n'osèrent d'abord entrer, mais ils se mirent tous contre la porte pour écouter ce que disaient leur père et leur mère.

    Au moment où le bûcheron et la bûcheronne arrivèrent chez eux, le seigneur du village leur envoya dix écus qu'il leur devait il y avait longtemps, et dont ils n'espéraient plus rien : cela leur redonna vie, car les pauvres gens mouraient de faim. Le bûcheron envoya immédiatement sa femme à la boucherie. Comme il y avait longtemps qu'elle n'avait mangé, elle acheta trois fois plus de viande qu'il n'en fallait pour le souper de deux. Lorsqu'ils furent rassasiés, la bûcheronne dit :

    -"Hélas ! où sont maintenant nos pauvres enfants ? Ils feraient bonne chère de ce qui nous reste là. Mais aussi Guillaume, c'est toi qui les as voulu perdre. J'avais bien dit que nous nous en repentirions. Que font-ils maintenant dans cette forêt ? Hélas ! mon Dieu, les loups les ont peut-être déjà mangés ! Tu es bien inhumain d'avoir perdu ainsi tes enfants."

    Le bûcheron s'impatienta à la fin, car elle redit plus de vingt fois qu'ils s'en repentiraient et qu'elle l'avait bien dit. Il la menaça de la battre si elle ne se taisait pas. Ce n'est pas que le bûcheron ne fût peut-être encore plus fâché que sa femme, mais c'est qu'elle lui cassait la tête, et qu'il était de l'humeur de beaucoup d'autres gens, qui aiment fort les femmes qui disent bien, mais qui trouvent très importunes celles qui ont toujours bien dit. La bûcheronne était toute en pleurs :

    -"Hélas ! où sont maintenant mes enfants, mes pauvres enfants ?" Elle le dit une fois si haut que les enfants, qui étaient à la porte, l'ayant entendu, se mirent à crier tous ensemble :

    -"Nous voilà, nous voilà."

    Elle courut vite leur ouvrir la porte, et leur dit en les embrassant :

    -"Que je suis contente de vous revoir, mes chers enfants ! Vous êtes bien las, et vous avez bien faim; et toi Pierrot, comme te voilà crotté, viens que je te débarbouille."

    Ce Pierrot était son fils aîné qu'elle aimait plus que tous les autres, parce qu'il était un peu rousseau, et qu'elle était un peu rousse. Ils se mirent à table, et mangèrent d'un appétit qui faisait plaisir au père et à la mère, à qui ils racontaient la peur qu'ils avaient eue dans la forêt en parlant presque toujours tous ensemble : ces bonnes gens étaient ravis de revoir leurs enfants avec eux, et cette joie dura tant que les dix écus durèrent. Mais lorsque l'argent fut dépensé, ils retombèrent dans leur premier chagrin, et résolurent de les perdre encore, et pour ne pas manquer leur coup, de les mener bien plus loin que la première fois. Ils ne purent parler de cela si secrètement qu'ils ne fussent entendus par le petit Poucet, qui fit son compte de sortir d'affaire comme il avait déjà fait; mais quoiqu'il se fût levé de bon matin pour aller ramasser des petits cailloux, il ne put en venir à bout, car il trouva la porte de la maison fermée à double tour. Il ne savait que faire, lorsque la bûcheronne leur ayant donné à chacun un morceau de pain pour leur déjeuner, il songea qu'il pourrait se servir de son pain au lieu de cailloux en le jetant par miettes le long des chemins où ils passeraient; il le serra donc dans sa poche. Le père et la mère les menèrent dans l'endroit de la forêt le plus épais et le plus obscur, et dès qu'ils y furent, ils gagnèrent un faux-fuyant et les laissèrent là. Le petit Poucet ne s'en chagrina pas beaucoup, parce qu'il croyait retrouver aisément son chemin grâce à son pain qu'il avait semé partout où il avait passé; mais il fut bien surpris lorsqu'il ne put en retrouver une seule miette; les oiseaux étaient venus qui avaient tout mangé. Les voilà donc bien affligés, car plus ils marchaient, plus ils s'égaraient et s'enfonçaient dans la forêt. La nuit vint, et il s'éleva un grand vent qui leur faisait épouvantablement peur. Ils croyaient n'entendre de tous côtés que des hurlements de loups qui venaient à eux pour les manger. Ils n'osaient presque se parler ni tourner la tête. Il survint une grosse pluie qui les trempa jusqu'aux os; ils glissaient à chaque pas et tombaient dans la boue, d'où ils se relevaient tout crottés, ne sachant que faire de leurs mains. Le petit Poucet grimpa au haut d'un arbre pour voir s'il ne découvrirait rien; ayant tourné la tête de tous côtés, il vit une petite lueur comme d'une chandelle, mais qui était bien loin par-delà la forêt. Il descendit de l'arbre; et lorsqu'il fut à terre, il ne vit plus rien; cela le désola. Cependant, ayant marché quelque temps avec ses frères du côté qu'il avait vu la lumière, il la revit en sortant du bois. Ils arrivèrent enfin à la maison où était cette chandelle, non sans bien des frayeurs, car souvent ils la perdaient de vue, ce qui leur arrivait toutes les fois qu'ils descendaient dans quelques fonds. Ils frappèrent à la porte, et une bonne femme vint leur ouvrir. Elle leur demanda ce qu'ils voulaient; le petit Poucet lui dit qu'ils étaient de pauvres enfants qui s'étaient perdus dans la forêt, et qui demandaient à coucher par charité. Cette femme les voyant tous si jolis se mit à pleurer, et leur dit :

    -"Hélas ! mes pauvres enfants, où êtes-vous venus ? Savez-vous bien que c'est ici la maison d'un ogre qui mange les petits enfants ?"

    -" Hélas ! Madame" , lui répondit le petit Poucet, qui tremblait de toute sa force aussi bien que ses frères, " que ferons-nous ? Il est bien sûr que les loups de la forêt ne manqueront pas de nous manger cette nuit, si vous ne voulez pas nous retirer chez vous. Et cela étant, nous aimons mieux que ce soit Monsieur qui nous mange; peut-être qu'il aura pitié de nous, si vous voulez bien l'en prier."

    La femme de l'ogre, qui crut qu'elle pourrait les cacher à son mari jusqu'au lendemain matin, les laissa entrer et les mena se chauffer auprès d'un bon feu, car il y avait un mouton tout entier à la broche pour le souper de l'ogre. Comme ils commençaient à se chauffer, ils entendirent frapper trois ou quatre grands coups à la porte : c'était l'ogre qui revenait. Aussitôt sa femme les fit cacher sous le lit, et alla ouvrir la porte. L'ogre demanda d'abord si le souper était prêt, et si on avait tiré du vin, et aussitôt se mit à table. Le mouton était encore tout sanglant, mais il ne lui en sembla que meilleur. Il reniflait à droite et à gauche, disant qu'il sentait la chair fraîche.

    -"Il faut" , lui dit sa femme, " que ce soit ce veau que je viens d'habiller que vous sentez"

    -" Je sens la chair fraîche, te dis-je encore une fois" , reprit l'ogre, en regardant sa femme de travers, " et il y a ici quelque chose de louche."

    En disant ces mots, il se leva de table, et alla droit au lit.

    -"Ah, dit-il, voilà donc comme tu veux me tromper, maudite femme ! Je ne sais à quoi il tient que je ne te mange aussi; bien t'en prend d'être une vieille bête. Voilà du gibier qui me vient bien à propos pour traiter trois ogres de mes amis qui doivent me venir voir ces jours ici."

    Il les tira de dessous le lit l'un après l'autre. Ces pauvres enfants se mirent à genoux en lui demandant pardon; mais ils avaient à faire au plus cruel de tous les ogres, qui bien loin d'avoir de la pitié les dévorait déjà des yeux, et disait à sa femme que ce serait là de friands morceaux lorsqu'elle leur aurait fait une bonne sauce. Il alla prendre un grand couteau, et en approchant de ces pauvres enfants, il l'aiguisait sur une longue pierre qu'il tenait à sa main gauche. Il en avait déjà empoigné un, lorsque sa femme lui dit :

    -"Que voulez-vous faire à l'heure qu'il est ? N'aurez-vous pas assez de temps demain matin ?"

    -" Tais-toi" , reprit l'ogre, " ils en seront plus mortifiés."

    -" Mais vous avez encore là tant de viande" , reprit sa femme, " voilà un veau, deux moutons et la moitié d'un cochon !"

    -" Tu as raison" , dit l'ogre, " donne-leur bien à souper afin qu'ils ne maigrissent pas, et va les mener coucher."

    La bonne femme fut ravie de joie, et leur porta bien à souper, mais ils ne purent manger tant ils étaient saisis de peur. Quant à l'ogre, il se remit à boire, ravi d'avoir de quoi si bien régaler ses amis. Il but une douzaine de coupes, plus qu'à l'ordinaire, ce qui lui donna un peu mal à la tête, et l'obligea à aller se coucher.

    L'ogre avait sept filles qui n'étaient encore que des enfants. Ces petites ogresses avaient toutes le teint fort beau, parce qu'elles mangeaient de la chair fraîche comme leur père; mais elles avaient de petits yeux gris et tout ronds, le nez crochu et une fort grande bouche avec de longues dents fort aiguës et éloignées l'une de l'autre. Elles n'étaient pas encore très méchantes; mais elles promettaient beaucoup, car elles mordaient déjà les petits enfants pour en sucer le sang. On les avait fait coucher de bonne heure, et elles étaient toutes sept dans un grand lit, ayant chacune une couronne d'or sur la tête. Il y avait dans la même chambre un autre lit de la même grandeur; ce fut dans ce lit que la femme de l'ogre mit coucher les sept petits garçons; après quoi elle alla se coucher auprès de son mari. Le petit Poucet qui avait remarqué que les filles de l'ogre avaient des couronnes d'or sur la tête, et qui craignait qu'il ne prit à l'ogre quelque remords de ne les avoir pas égorgés dès le soir même, se leva vers le milieu de la nuit, et prenant les bonnets de ses frères et le sien, il alla tout doucement les mettre sur la tête des sept filles de l'ogre, après leur avoir ôté leurs couronnes d'or qu'il mit sur la tête de ses frères et sur la sienne, afin que l'ogre les prit pour ses filles, et ses filles pour les garçons qu'il voulait égorger. La chose réussit comme il l'avait pensé; car l'ogre, s'étant éveillé vers minuit, eut regret d'avoir différé au lendemain ce qu'il pouvait exécuter la veille; il se jeta donc brusquement hors du lit, et prenant son grand couteau :

    -"Allons voir" , dit-il, " comment se portent nos petits drôles; n'en faisons pas à deux fois."

    Il monta donc à tâtons à la chambre de ses filles et s'approcha du lit où étaient les petits garçons, qui dormaient tous excepté le petit Poucet, qui eut bien peur lorsqu'il sentit la main de l'ogre qui lui tâtait la tête, comme il avait tâté celles de tous ses frères. L'ogre, qui sentit les couronnes d'or :

    -"Vraiment" , dit-il, " j'allais faire là un bel ouvrage; je vois bien que j'ai trop bu hier soir."

    Il alla ensuite au lit de ses filles où, ayant senti les petits bonnets des garçons :

    -"Ah ! les voilà" , dit-il, " nos gaillards ! travaillons hardiment."

    En disant ces mots, il coupa sans hésiter la gorge à ses sept filles. Fort content de ce coup, il alla se recoucher auprès de sa femme. Aussitôt que le petit Poucet entendit ronfler l'ogre, il réveilla ses frères, et leur dit de s'habiller promptement et de le suivre. Ils descendirent doucement dans le jardin, et sautèrent par-dessus les murailles. Ils coururent presque toute la nuit, toujours en tremblant et sans savoir où ils allaient. L'ogre s'étant éveillé dit à sa femme : -"Va-t'en là-haut habiller ces petits drôles d'hier au soir." L'ogresse fut fort étonnée de la bonté de son mari, ne se doutant point de la manière qu'il entendait qu'elle les habillât, et croyant qu'il lui ordonnait de les aller vêtir, elle monta en haut où elle fut bien surprise lorsqu'elle aperçut ses sept filles égorgées et nageant dans leur sang. Elle commença par s'évanouir (car c'est le premier expédient que trouvent presque toutes les femmes en pareilles rencontres) . L'ogre, craignant que sa femme ne fût trop longtemps à faire la besogne dont il l'avait chargée, monta en haut pour l'aider. Il ne fut pas moins étonné que sa femme lorsqu'il vit cet affreux spectacle.

    -"Ah ! qu'ai-je fait là ?" s'écria-t-il. " Ils me le payeront, les malheureux, et bientôt."

    Il jeta aussitôt une potée d'eau au visage de sa femme, et l'ayant fait revenir :

    "Donne-moi vite mes bottes de sept lieues" , lui dit-il, " afin que j'aille les attraper."

    Il se mit en campagne, et après avoir couru bien loin de tous côtés, enfin il entra dans le chemin où marchaient les pauvres enfants qui n'étaient plus qu'à cent pas du logis de leur père. Ils virent l'ogre qui allait de montagne en montagne, et qui traversait des rivières aussi aisément qu'il aurait fait le moindre ruisseau. Le petit Poucet, qui vit un rocher creux proche le lieu où ils étaient, y fit cacher ses six frères, et s'y fourra aussi, regardant toujours ce que l'ogre deviendrait. L'ogre, qui se trouvait fort las du long chemin qu'il avait fait inutilement (car les bottes de sept lieues fatiguent fort leur homme) , voulut se reposer, et par hasard il alla s'asseoir sur la roche où les petits garçons s'étaient cachés. Comme il n'en pouvait plus de fatigue, il s'endormit après s'être reposé quelque temps, et vint à ronfler si effroyablement que les pauvres enfants n'en eurent pas moins de peur que quand il tenait son grand couteau pour leur couper la gorge. Le petit Poucet en eut moins de peur, et dit à ses frères de s'enfuir promptement à la maison, pendant que l'ogre dormait bien fort, et qu'ils ne se missent point en peine de lui. Ils crurent son conseil et gagnèrent vite la maison. Le petit Poucet, s'étant approché de l'ogre, lui retira doucement les bottes, et les mit aussitôt. Les bottes étaient bien grandes et bien larges; mais comme elles étaient magiques, elles avaient le don de s'agrandir et de se rapetisser selon la jambe de celui qui les chaussait, de sorte qu'elles se trouvèrent aussi justes à ses pieds et à ses jambes que si elles avaient été faites pour lui. Il alla droit à la maison de l'ogre où il trouva sa femme qui pleurait auprès de ses filles égorgées.

    -"Votre mari" , lui dit le petit Poucet, " est en grand danger, car il a été pris par une troupe de voleurs qui ont juré de le tuer s'il ne leur donne tout son or et tout son argent. Au moment où ils lui tenaient le poignard sur la gorge, il m'a aperçu et m'a prié de vous venir avertir de l'état où il est, et de vous dire de me donner tout ce qu'il a de valeur sans en rien retenir, parce qu'autrement ils le tueront sans miséricorde : comme la chose presse beaucoup, il a voulu que je prisse ses bottes de sept lieues que voilà pour faire diligence, et aussi afin que vous ne croyiez pas que je sois un menteur."

    La bonne femme fort effrayée lui donna aussitôt tout ce qu'elle avait : car cet ogre ne laissait pas d'être fort bon mari, quoiqu'il mangeât les petits enfants. Le petit Poucet étant donc chargé de toutes les richesses de l'ogre s'en revint au logis de son père, où il fut reçu avec bien de la joie.

    Il y a bien des gens qui ne sont pas d'accord avec cette dernière circonstance, et qui prétendent que le petit Poucet n'a jamais fait ce vol à l'ogre; qu'à la vérité, il n'avait pas fait conscience de lui prendre ses bottes de sept lieues, parce qu'il ne s'en servait que pour courir après les petits enfants. Ces gens-là assurent le savoir de bonne part, et même pour avoir bu et mangé dans la maison du bûcheron. Ils assurent que lorsque le petit Poucet eut chaussé les bottes de l'ogre, il s'en alla à la cour, où il savait qu'on était fort en peine d'une armée qui était à deux cents lieues de là, et du succès d'une bataille qu'on avait donnée. Il alla, disent-ils, trouver le roi, et lui dit que s'il le souhaitait, il lui rapporterait des nouvelles de l'armée avant la fin du jour. Le roi lui promit une grosse somme d'argent s'il en venait à bout. Le petit Poucet rapporta des nouvelles dès le soir même, et cette première course l'ayant fait connaître, il gagnait tout ce qu'il voulait; car le roi le payait parfaitement bien pour porter ses ordres à l'armée, et une infinité de dames lui donnaient tout ce qu'il voulait pour avoir des nouvelles de leurs amants, et ce fut là son plus grand gain. Il se trouvait quelques femmes qui le chargeaient de lettres pour leurs maris, mais elles le payaient si mal, et cela allait à si peu de chose, qu'il ne daignait mettre en ligne de compte ce qu'il gagnait de ce côté-là. Après avoir fait pendant quelque temps le métier de courrier, et y avoir amassé beaucoup de bien, il revint chez son père, où il n'est pas possible d'imaginer la joie qu'on eut de le revoir. Il mit toute sa famille à son aise. Il acheta des offices de nouvelle création pour son père et pour ses frères; et par là il les établit tous, et fit parfaitement bien sa cour en même temps.