Part 31 (2/2)

No sooner were they arrived than they impatiently ran from room to room, from cabinet to cabinet, and then from wardrobe to wardrobe, examining each with the utmost curiosity, and declaring that the last was still richer and more beautiful than what they had seen the moment before. At length they came to the drawing-rooms, where their admiration and astonishment were still increased by the costly splendour of the hangings, of the sofas, the chairs, carpets, tables, girandoles, and looking-gla.s.ses, the frames of which were silver gilt, most richly ornamented, and in which they saw themselves from head to foot.

In short, nothing could exceed the magnificence of what they saw; and the visitors did not cease to extol and envy the good fortune of their friend, who all this time was far from being amused by the fine compliments they paid her, so eagerly did she desire to see what was in the closet her husband had forbidden her to open. So great indeed was her curiosity that, without recollecting how uncivil it would be to leave her guests, she descended a private staircase that led to it, and in such a hurry that she was two or three times in danger of breaking her neck.

When she reached the door of the closet she stopped for a few moments to think of the charge her husband had given her, and that he would not fail to keep his word in punis.h.i.+ng her very severely should she disobey him. But she was so very curious to know what was in the inside that she determined to venture in spite of everything.

She accordingly, with a trembling hand, put the key into the lock, and the door immediately opened. The window shutters being closed, she at first saw nothing; but in a short time she perceived that the floor was covered with clotted blood, on which the bodies of several dead women were lying. These were all the wives whom Blue Beard had married and murdered, one after another. She was ready to sink with fear, and the key of the closet door, which she held in her hand, fell on the floor.

When she had somewhat recovered from her fright she took it up, locked the door, and hastened to her own room that she might have a little time to get into humour for amusing her visitors; but this she found impossible, so greatly was she terrified by what she had seen.

As she observed that the key of the closet had got stained with blood in falling on the floor, she wiped it two or three times over to clean it; still, however, the blood remained the same as before. She next washed it, but the blood did not stir at all; she then scoured it with brickdust, and afterwards with sand, but notwithstanding all she could do, the blood was still there; for the key was a fairy, who was Blue Beard's friend, so that as fast as she got it off on one side it appeared again on the other.

Early in the evening Blue Beard returned home, saying he had not proceeded far on his journey before he was met by a messenger who was coming to tell him that his business was happily concluded without his being present, upon which his wife said everything she could think of to make him believe she was transported with joy at his unexpected return.

The next morning he asked her for the keys. She gave them to him; but as she could not help showing her fright, Blue Beard easily guessed what had happened. ”How is it,” said he, ”that the key of the closet upon the ground floor is not here?” ”Is it not? then I must have left it on my dressing-table,” said she, and left the room in tears. ”Be sure you give it me by-and-bye,” cried Blue Beard.

After going several times backwards and forwards, pretending to look for the key, she was at last obliged to give it to Blue Beard. He looked at it attentively, and then said--”How came the blood upon the key?” ”I am sure I do not know,” replied the lady, turning at the same time as pale as death. ”You do not know,” said Blue Beard sternly; ”but I know well enough. You have been in the closet on the ground floor. Vastly well, madam; since you are so mightily fond of this closet, you shall certainly take your place among the ladies you saw there.”

His wife, almost dead with fear, fell upon her knees, asked his pardon a thousand times for her disobedience, and entreated him to forgive her--looking all the time so very sorrowful and lovely that she would have melted any heart that was not harder than a rock.

But Blue Beard answered, ”No, no, madam; you shall die this very minute!”

”Alas!” said the poor trembling creature, ”if I must die, allow me, at least, a little time to say my prayers.”

”I give you,” replied the cruel Blue Beard, ”half a quarter of an hour; not one moment longer.”

When Blue Beard had left her to herself, she called her sister, and after telling her, as well as she could for sobbing, that she had but half a quarter of an hour to live, ”Prithee,” said she, ”sister Ann”

(this was her sister's name), ”run up to the top of the tower, and see if my brothers are yet in sight, for they promised to come and visit me to-day; and if you see them, make a sign for them to gallop as fast as possible.”

Her sister instantly did as she was desired, and the terrified lady every minute called out to her, ”Ann! sister Ann! do you see any one coming?” and her sister answered, ”I see nothing but the sun, which makes a dust, and the gra.s.s, which looks green.”

In the meanwhile Blue Beard, with a great scimitar in his hand, bawled as loud as he could to his wife, ”Come down instantly, or I will fetch you.”

”One moment longer, I beseech you,” replied she; and again called softly to her sister--”Sister Ann, do you see any one coming?” To which she answered, ”I see nothing but the sun, which makes a dust, and the gra.s.s, which looks green.”

Blue Beard now again bawled out, ”Come down, I say, this very moment, or I shall come and fetch you.”

”I am coming; indeed I will come in one minute,” sobbed his unhappy wife. Then she once more cried out--”Ann! sister Ann! do you see any one coming?” ”I see,” said her sister, ”a cloud of dust a little to the left.” ”Do you think it is my brothers?” continued the wife. ”Alas! no, dear sister,” replied she; ”it is only a flock of sheep.”

”Will you come down or not, madam?” said Blue Beard, in the greatest rage imaginable.

”Only one single moment more,” answered she. And then she called out for the last time--”Sister Ann! do you see any one coming?”

”I see,” replied her sister, ”two men on horseback coming to the house, but they are still at a great distance.”

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