A Story From: Spain
Read Time: ["16 to 20mins"]
For Ages: 5 to 7yrs., 8 to 10yrs.
Once upon a time there lived on the bank of a stream a man and a woman who had a daughter. They never could make up their minds to punish her for her faults or to teach her nice manners; and as for work — she laughed in her mother’s face if she asked her to help cook the dinner or to wash the plates. All the girl would do was to spend her days in dancing and playing with her friends; and for any use she was to her parents they might as well have had no daughter at all.
However, one morning her mother looked so tired that even the selfish girl could not help seeing it, and asked if there was anything she was able to do so that her mother might rest a little.
The good woman looked so surprised and grateful for this offer that the girl felt rather ashamed, and at that moment would have scrubbed down the house if she had been requested; but her mother only begged her to take the fishing-net out to the bank of the river and mend some holes in it, as her father intended to go fishing that night.
The girl took the net and worked so hard that soon there was not a hole to be found. She felt quite pleased with herself, though she had had plenty to amuse her, as everybody who passed by stopped had had a chat with her. But by this time the sun was high overhead, and she was just folding her net to carry it home again, when she heard a splash behind her, and looking round she saw a big fish jump into the air. Seizing the net with both hands, she flung it into the water and drew out the fish.
“Well, you are a beauty!” she cried to herself; but the fish looked up to her and said, “You had better not kill me, for if you do, I will turn you into a fish yourself!”
The girl laughed and ran straight to her mother.
“Look what I caught!” she said gaily. She left the fish with her mother, and off she went to gather some flowers to stick in her hair.
About an hour later the blowing of a horn told her that dinner was ready.
“Didn’t I say that the fish would be delicious?” she cried. Plunging her spoon into the dish the girl helped herself to a large piece. But the instant it touched her mouth a cold shiver ran through her. Her head seemed to flatten and her eyes to look oddly round the corners. Her legs and arms were stuck to her sides, and she gasped wildly for breath. With a mighty bound she sprang through the window and fell into the river, where she soon felt better, and was able to swim to the sea, which was close by.
No sooner had she arrived there than the sight of her sad face attracted the notice of some of the other fishes, and they pressed round her, begging her to tell them her story.
“I am not a fish at all,” said the newcomer, swallowing a great deal of salt water as she spoke, for you cannot learn how to be a proper fish all in a moment. “I am not a fish at all but a girl, at least I was a girl only a few minutes ago –” And she ducked her head under the waves so that they should not see her crying.
“Only you did not believe that the fish you caught had the power to carry out its threat,” said an old tuna. “Well, never mind, that has happened to many of us, and it really is not such a bad life. Cheer up and come with us and see our queen, who lives in a palace.”
The new fish felt a little afraid of taking such a journey, but as she was still more afraid of being left alone, she waved her tail in token of consent. Off they all set, hundreds of them swimming together. At first our little fish felt as if she were blind in the dark waters, but by-and-by she began to make out one object after another in the green dimness, and by the time she had swum for a few hours all became clear.
“Here we are at last,” cried a big fish, going down into a deep valley, for the sea has its mountains and valleys just as much as the land. “That is the palace of the queen of the fishes, and I think you must confess that the emperor himself has nothing so fine.”
“It is beautiful indeed,” gasped the little fish, who was very tired with trying to swim as fast as the rest. The palace walls were made of pale pink coral, worn smooth by the waters, and round the windows were rows of pearls. The great doors were standing open, and the whole troop floated into the chamber of audience, where before them was the queen. She was mermaid-like, having a human form from the head to the waist and a tail from the waist down.
“Who are you, and where do you come from?” said the queen to the little fish, whom the others had pushed in front. And in a low, trembling voice, the visitor told her story.
When the fish had ended the queen answered, “I was once a young woman too, a princess in fact, and my father was the king of a great country. A husband was found for me, and on my wedding day my mother placed her crown on my head and told me that as long as I wore the crown I should likewise be queen. For a few years I was as happy as a young woman could be, especially when I had a little son to play with. But one morning, when I was walking in my gardens, along came a giant who snatched the crown from my head. Holding me fast, he told me that he intended to give my crown to his daughter, and to enchant my husband the prince, so he should not know the difference between us. Since then she had filled my place and has been queen in my stead. As for me, I was so miserable that I threw myself into the sea, and my ladies, who loved me, declared that they would die too. But instead of dying, some wizard, who pitied my fate, turned us all into fishes, though he allowed me to keep the face and upper body of a woman. And fishes we must remain until someone else brings me back my crown!”
“I will bring it back if you tell me what to do!” cried the little fish, who would have promised anything that was likely to carry her up to earth again. And the queen answered, “Yes, I will tell you what to do.”
She sat silent for a moment, and then went on.
“There is no danger if you will only follow my counsel. First, you must return to earth and go up to the top of a high mountain, where the giant has built his castle. You’ll find him sitting on the steps weeping for his daughter, who has just died, while my husband, who had been a prince but is now king of the land, was away hunting. At the end, she sent my crown to her father by a faithful servant. But I warn you to be careful, for if he sees you he may kill you. Therefore I will give you the power to change yourself into any animal creature that may help you best. You have only to strike your forehead, and call out the name of the animal you wish to be. Mind you, you may not become human or a magical creature, but you may choose any animal of the forest, field or stream.
This time the journey to land seemed much shorter than before, and when once the little fish reached the shore she struck her forehead sharply with her tail and cried, “A deer, that’s what I’d like to be!”
In a moment the small slimy body disappeared, and in its place stood a beautiful beast with soft fur and slender legs, quivering with longing to be gone. Throwing back her head and snuffling the air, she broke into a run, leaping easily over the rivers and walls that stood in her way.
It happened that the king’s son had been hunting since daybreak, but had killed nothing, and when the deer crossed his path as he was resting under a tree, he determined to have her. He flung himself on his horse, which went like the wind, and as the prince had often hunted in the forest before, and knew all the short cuts, he at last came up with the panting beast.
“By your favor let me do, and do not kill me,” said the deer, turning to the prince with tears in her eyes, “for I have far to run and much to do.” And as the prince, struck dumb with surprise, only looked at her, the deer cleared the next wall and was soon out of sight.
“That can’t really be a deer,” thought the prince to himself, reining in his horse and not attempting to follow her. “No deer ever had eyes like that. It must be an enchanted maiden, and I will marry her and no other.” So, turning his horse’s head, he rode slowly back to his palace.
The deer reached the giant’s castle quite out of breath, and her heart sank as she gazed at the tall, smooth walls which surrounded it. Then she plucked up courage and cried; “An ant, that’s what I’d like to be!” And in a moment the soft fur and beautiful shape had vanished, and a tiny brown any, invisible to all who did not look closely, was climbing up the walls.
It was wonderful how fast she went, that little creature! The wall must have appeared miles high in comparison with her own body, yet, in less time than would have seemed possible, she was over the top and down in the courtyard on the other side. Here she paused to consider what had best be done next, and looking about her she saw that one of the walls had a tall tree growing by it, and in this corner was a window very nearly on a level with the highest branches of the tree.
“A monkey, that’s what I’d like to be!” cried the ant, and before you could turn around a monkey was swinging herself from the topmost branches into the room where the giant lay snoring.
“Perhaps the giant will be so startled at the sight of a swinging monkey that he may never give me the crown,” thought the monkey. “I had better become something else.”
Then a pink and gray parrot hopped up to the giant, who by this time was stretching himself and giving yawns which shook the castle. The parrot waited a little, until he was really awake, and then she said boldly that she had been sent to take away the crown, which was not his any longer, now that his daughter the queen was dead.
On hearing these words the giant leapt out of bed with an angry roar, and sprang at the parrot in order to wring her neck with his great hands. But the bird was too quick for him, and flying behind his back, begged the giant to have patience, as her death would be of no use to him.
“That is true,” answered the giant, “but I am not so foolish as to give you that crown for nothing. Let me think what I will have in exchange!” And he scratched his huge head for several minutes, for giants’ minds always move slowly.
“Ah, yes!” he exclaimed at last, his face brightening. “You shall have the crown if you bring me a collar of blue stones from the Great Arch.
Now when the parrot had been a girl she had often heard of this wonderful arch and the precious stones and marbles that had been let into it. It sounded as if it would be a very hard thing to get them away from the stone structure of which they formed a part, but all had gone well with her so far, and at any rate she could but try. So she bowed to the giant, and made her way back to the window where the giant could not see her. Then she called quickly, “An eagle, that’s what I’d like to be!”
Before she had even reached the tree she felt herself borne up on strong wings ready to carry her to the clouds if she wished to go there, and seeming a mere speck in the sky, she was swept along until she beheld the Great Arch far below, with the rays of the sun shining on it. Then she swooped down and, hiding herself behind a buttress so that she could not be detected from below, she set herself to dig out the nearest blue stones with her beak. It was even harder work than she expected, but at last it was done, and hope arose in her heart. She next drew out a piece of string that she had found hanging from a tree, and sitting down to rest strung the stones together. When the necklace was finished she hung it round her neck, and called, “A parrot, that’s what I’d like to be!” So she quickly flew back, and a little later the pink and gray parrot stood before the giant.
“Here is the necklace you asked for,” said the parrot. And the eyes of the giant glistened as he took the heap of blue stones in his hand. But for all that he was not minded to give up the crown.
“They are hardly as blue as I expected,” he grumbled, though the parrot knew as well as he did that he was not speaking the truth. “You must bring me a bag of stars from the sky. If you fail, it will cost you not only the crown but your life.”
The parrot turned away. As soon as she was outside she murmured, “A toad, that’s what I want to be!” And sure enough a toad she was, and off she set in search of the bucket of stars.
She had not gone far before she came to a clear pool, in which the stars were reflected so brightly that they looked quite real to touch and handle. Stooping down, she filled a bag she was carrying with the shining water and returned to the castle. Then she cried as before, “A parrot, that’s what I’d like to be!” And in the shape of a parrot she entered the presence of the giant.
“Here is the bag of stars you asked for,” she said, and this time the giant could not help crying out with admiration. He knew he was beaten, and he turned to the girl.
“Your power is greater than mine. So be it: Take this old crown, anyway.”
The parrot did not need to be told twice. Seizing the crown, she sprang on to the window, crying, “A monkey, that’s what I’d like to be!” And to a monkey, the climb down the tree into the courtyard did not take half a minute. When she had reached the ground she said again, “An ant, that’s what I’d like to be!” And a little ant at once began to crawl over the high wall. How glad the ant was to be out of the giant’s castle, holding fast the crown which had shrunk into almost nothing, as she herself had done, but grew quite big again when the ant exclaimed, “A deer, that’s what I’d like to be!”
Surely no deer ever ran so swiftly as that one! On and on she went, bounding over rivers and crashing through tangles till she reached the sea. Here she cried, “A fish, that’s what I’d like to be!” And plunging in, she swam along the bottom as far as the palace, where the queen and all the fishes were gathered together awaiting her.
The hours since she had left had passed very slowly — as they always do to those who are waiting — and many of them had quite given up hope.
“I am tired of staying here,” grumbled a beautiful little creature, whose colors changed with every movement of her body. “I want to see what is going on in the upper world. It must be months since that fish went away.”
“It was a very difficult task, and the giant must certainly have killed her or she would have been back long ago,” remarked another.
“The young flies will be coming out about now,” murmured a third, “and they will all be eaten up by the river fish! It would really be too bad to miss them.” When suddenly, a voice was heard from behind: “Look! look! What is that bright thing moving so swiftly towards us?” And the queen started up and stood on her tail, so excited was she.
A silence fell on all the crowd, and even the grumblers held their peace and gazed like the rest. On and on came the fish, holding the crown tightly in her mouth, and the others moved back to let her pass. On she went right up to the queen, who bent and, taking the crown, placed it on her own head. Then a wonderful thing happened. Her tail dropped away or, rather, it divided and grew into two legs and a pair of the prettiest feet in the world, while her maidens, who were grouped around her, shed their scales and became girls again. They all turned and looked at each other first, and next at the little fish who had regained her own shape also.
“It is you who have given us back our life; you, you!” they cried, and fell to weeping from very joy.
So they all quickly swam to the surface and went to the queen’s palace on land. But they had been so long away that they found many changes. The queen’s husband, now king, recognized her at once since the spell was broken the moment the queen placed her rightful crown upon her head. The little boy she had left behind was now all grown up! Even at his joy at seeing his mother again, an air of sadness clung to him, and at last the queen could bear it no longer and she begged him to walk with her in the garden. Seated together in a bower of jasmine — where she had passed long hours as a bride — she took her son’s hand and entreated him to tell her the cause of his sorrow. “For,” said she, “if I can give you happiness you shall have it.”
“It is no use,” answered the prince, “nobody can help me. I must bear it alone.”
“At least let me share your grief,” urged the queen.
There was a silence between them for a moment, then, turning away his head, the prince answered gently, “I have fallen in love with a beautiful deer!”
“Ah, if that is all,” exclaimed the queen joyfully. And she told him in broken words that, as he had guessed, it was no deer but an enchanted maiden who had won back the crown and brought her home to her own people.
“She is here, in my palace,” added the queen. “I will take you to her.”
When the prince stood before the girl, he lost all courage, and stood before her with bent head.
The maiden’s eyes, as she looked at him, were the eyes of the deer that day in the forest. She whispered softly, “By your favor let me go, and do not kill me.”
And the prince remembered her words, and her eyes, and his heart was filled with happiness. The queen, his mother, watched them both and smiled.
The girl invited her parents to the royal wedding, a three-day feast that everyone enjoyed. And of course, the queen saw to it that the missing blue stones in the Great Arch were restored.
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"The Girl-Fish" is based on a story of the same name from The Orange Fairy Book (Longman's Green & Co.: London) pp.225-235. Further adapted from Lo Roindallayre Questos Poplars Catalons (Barcelona, 1872).
Adapted by Elaine Lindy. © 1998. All rights reserved.