A Story From: France
Read Time: ["6 to 10mins"]
For Ages: 5 to 7yrs., 8 to 10yrs.
The Queen whispered her thanks. Then the wicked King cried harshly, “Silence!” He turned to the Fairy. “I brought you here for one reason and one reason only. Tell me this: Is this baby girl destined to grow up to be a worthy bride for my son?
The Fairy answered that indeed, the Princess was destined to grow up to have every grace good fortune could bestow, that she would be fair, fortunate and in every way worthy of a throne. The old King growled to the Queen that it was lucky for them both that the Fairy had said it would be so. Then the baby would be saved to become the future bride for his son, a spoiled boy already terrorizing the palace with his wild tantrums and mean pranks. The King thundered that if the Fairy had forecast differently, both the baby and her mother would have immediately been hanged. Then he stamped off, taking the Fairy with him, and leaving the poor Queen in tears.
“How can I wish my little daughter to grow up with good graces only to be married to that horrid King’s son!” she cried. “And yet, if she were ill-fated we would both be doomed right now. If only I could hide her safely away, somewhere, anywhere! There must be someplace where the cruel King could never find her.”
As the days went on, the Queen and the little Princess grew thinner and thinner, for every day their hard-hearted jailer gave them only three boiled peas each to eat and a tiny morsel of black bread, so they were always terribly hungry. At last, one evening, as the Queen sat at her spinning-wheel – for she was made to work day and night – she saw a tiny, pretty little mouse creep out of a hole. She said to the mouse, “Alas, little creature! Why are you coming here? I have only three peas each per day, so unless you wish to starve I’m afraid you must go elsewhere for your food.”
But the mouse ran hither and thither, and danced and twirled so prettily, that the Queen clapped and laughed with joy and at last gave the mouse her last pea, which she was keeping for her supper, saying, “Here, little one. I’m sorry I’ve nothing better to offer you, as your fine dancing deserves far more than this wrinkled little pea.”
She had hardly spoken when upon the table appeared a succulent roast partridge and two dishes of preserved fruit. Amazed she was! Quickly she mashed a portion of the meat and fruit and spoon fed her baby, who licked each spoonful with glee. Then the Queen ate with great satisfaction herself, and offered what was left to the little mouse. The mouse danced even more charmingly than ever before. The next morning the jailer brought the Queen and the Princess’ daily allowance of three peas each, which he brought in upon a large dish to make them look even smaller. As soon as the jailer left, the Queen gave the mouse all three of her peas.
The empty dish was instantly covered with all sorts of wonderful things to eat, and the Queen shared a feast with her daughter once again. But afterwards, as she sat at her spinning-wheel, she began to worry that the fine meals could end any time, and even if they didn’t, that her precious daughter was doomed to live as a prisoner, only to be forced to marry that horrid prince when she grew up. The Queen despaired, “Oh! If only I could think of some way of saving her!”
As she spoke, she noticed the little mouse playing in a corner with some long straws. The Queen began to braid the straws, thinking, “If I had but enough straws I could make a basket with them, and let my baby down in the basket from the window to any kind passerby who might take care of her and raise her in freedom.”
By the time she had finished her thoughts, the little mouse had dragged in more and more straw, until the Queen had plenty to weave her basket. The Queen worked at it night and day while the little mouse danced for her. At lunch and supper time the Queen gave the mouse the three peas and the bit of black bread, and always found something scrumptious in their place. She really could not imagine where all these yummy dishes were coming from. At last one day when the basket was finished, the Queen was looking out of the window to see how long a cord she must make to lower it to the bottom of the tower, when she noticed a little old woman down below leaning upon her stick who was looking up at her. Presently the old woman said, “I know your trouble, madam. If you like, I will help you.”
At last one day when the basket was finished, the Queen was looking out of the window to see how long a cord she must make to lower it to the bottom of the tower, when she noticed a little old woman down below leaning upon her stick who was looking up at her. Presently the old woman said, “I know your trouble, madam. If you like I will help you.”
“Oh, dear lady!” said the Queen. “If you really wish to be of use to me you will come at a time I will describe to you, and I will let down my poor little baby in a basket. If you will take her, and bring her up for me, when I am rich and free again, I will reward you splendidly.”
“I don’t care about any reward,” said the old woman. “And you can be sure your little daughter shall be well taken care of by me. But there is one thing I should like. You must know that I am very particular about what I eat, and if there is one thing that I fancy above all else, it is a plump, tender little mouse. If there happens to be any mouse in your garret just throw it down to me, that is all I ask.”
Well, when the Queen heard this began to cry. The old woman, after waiting a few minutes, asked her what was the matter.
“Why,” said the Queen, “There is only one mouse in this garret, and that is such a dear, sweet little thing that I cannot bear to think of it being killed.”
“What!” cried the old woman, in a rage. “You care more for a miserable mouse than for your very own baby? Good-bye, madam! I leave you to enjoy its company. For my own part I thank my stars that I can get plenty of mice without troubling the likes of you!”
That night when the Queen’s baby was fast asleep, she packed it into the basket and wrote on a slip of paper, “Here is my beloved but unfortunate little baby girl. Please raise her with tenderness and love.” This she pinned to the baby’s robe. Very sadly she shut the basket. Just then, in sprang the little mouse.
“Ah, little one!” said the Queen. “It cost me dear today to save your life.” Whereupon the Queen collapsed and cried her heart out.
The Mouse answered, “Believe me, madam, you will never regret your kindness.”
The Queen was immensely astonished when the Mouse began to speak, and still more so when she saw its little sharp nose turn to a beautiful face, and its paws become hands and feet. Then it suddenly grew tall, and the Queen recognized the Fairy who had come up to her tower room with the wicked King to visit her.
The Fairy smiled at her astonished look, and said, “I wanted to see if you were capable of real friendship before I extended myself to help you. You see, we fairies are rich in everything but friends, and real friends are hard to find.”
“It is not possible that you should want for friends, you charming creature,” said the Queen, kissing her.
“Yet it is so,” said the Fairy. “For so many are only friendly with Fairies for their own advantage, and that I do not count at all. But when you protected the poor little mouse, you could not have known there was anything to be gained by it. To test you I took the form of the old woman whom you talked to from the window and tempted you to forsake your little mouse friend. But this you did not do! At that moment I realized that you are indeed capable of true friendship.” Turning to the little Princess, she kissed her rosy lips three times. The Princess cooed and giggled.
“Dear little one, I am going to take you and your mother to my very own enchanted cottage, quite a distance from this wicked kingdom. There you both will be invisible to all others and you, sweet baby, will grow up safe and free, together with your mother.”
In an instant, the Fairy, the Queen and her baby vanished from the tall tower prison room, never to return.
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"The Queen and the Mouse" is based on the story "The Good Little Mouse" from The Red Fairy Book by Andrew Lang (Longmans, Green and Company: New York, 1924), pp.146-157. "The Good Little Mouse", in turn, was adapted by Lang from the story "La Bonne Petite Souris" which appeared in The Fairy Tales of Madame D'Aulnoy, published in London.
Adapted by Elaine Lindy. ©1998. All rights reserved.