The Three Citrons
by Édouard Laboulaye · from Laboulaye's Fairy Book
Adapted Version
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Once upon a time, there was a big castle. A kind prince lived there. His name was Carlo. But Carlo was very, very shy. He did not talk to girls. He did not want to marry.
His father was The King. The King loved Carlo so much. The King wanted Carlo to marry. He wanted Carlo to have a queen. He wanted Carlo to have kids. The King was very sad. Carlo just shook his head. He went to the woods. He liked the woods a lot. He liked the tall trees. He liked the singing birds. He liked to be alone.
The King sat on his throne. He worried a lot. He wanted his son to be happy. He wanted more people at home. But Carlo was too shy. He did not change his mind. The King asked him each day. "Will you marry, my son?" Carlo shook his head each time. "No, Father," he would say. "I do not want to marry."
One morning, Carlo had food. He ate eggs and cream. He was not hearing The King. He watched flies in the air. He had a knife in his hand. He forgot about the knife. He pricked his finger a bit. A tiny red drop came out. It fell into his cream. The cream was white. The red drop made a mix. White and red looked so nice. Carlo saw this. He had a big new idea!
He stood up from his chair. "I will marry a girl!" he said. The King looked up. "She must be very pretty." "White like snow," Carlo said. "Red like roses too." The King was so happy! He clapped his hands with joy.
"I must go find her!" Carlo said. He packed a small bag. He put in some bread. He put in some cheese. He put in a water jug. He kissed The King bye-bye. He left the castle that day.
Carlo walked far, far away. He walked for many days. He walked past green hills. He walked past tall trees. He walked past small towns. He came to the big blue sea. He heard about a place. It was the Magic Island. He knew he must go there. Carlo found a small boat. He got into the boat. He sailed to the island.
The boat bumped on the sand. Carlo stepped on the shore. He looked all around him. He saw green trees and flowers. He saw birds in the sky. He walked on the island. Then he saw a big tree. It was an orange tree. Three big, bright oranges hung there. They were not like other fruit. They shone like tiny suns. Carlo picked all three. He put them in his bag. A small voice said, "Give us water!"
Carlo was very, very keen. He held the first orange up. He opened it right away. A tiny fairy popped out! "Water! Water!" she cried out. But Carlo had no water. The fairy flew away fast. She was gone in a blink. Carlo felt bad. He looked at his jug. It was dry. It was empty.
He held up the next orange. He opened it right away. One more tiny fairy popped out! "Water! Water!" she cried out. Still, Carlo had no water. This fairy also flew away. She was gone in a blink. Carlo was very sad now. He sat down on a rock. He put his head in hands.
Then Carlo had a thought. He learned his lesson now. He must find water first! He held the last orange tight. He walked and walked and walked. He looked behind each bush. He looked under each rock. Then he heard a soft sound. Drip, drip, drip, it went. He found a small spring! Cool water bubbled up. Carlo filled his jug up. He smiled a big smile.
Now he opened the last orange. A fairy popped out! "Water! Water!" she cried out. Carlo gave her water fast. She drank and drank and drank. She grew and grew and grew. She was a full-size girl now. She was so very pretty. White like snow she was. Red like roses she was. Carlo was so very happy. "I found you!" he said. The fairy smiled at him. "Thank you," she said softly.
"Stay here," Carlo told her. "I will get you a dress!" He ran off to find one. But a mean servant saw her. The servant was very jealous. She wanted to be a bride. She had a mean, tricky plan.
The servant went to the fairy. "Come, climb this big tree!" she said. The fairy was very kind. She did what she was told. She climbed up the tree. The servant said a magic word. Poof! The fairy was now a bird! A small, pretty bird. The bird flew far away. The mean servant grinned wide. She put on the fairy's clothes. She sat down and waited.
The small bird flew and flew. It flew to a hidden garden. It landed on soft ground. Magic was in the air. The bird began to glow. It turned into a tree! A pretty orange tree it was. Bright oranges grew on it. Three special oranges shone. They were not like other fruit.
Carlo came back at last. He held a pretty dress. He saw the mean servant. He thought she was his bride. But he felt not quite right. He felt odd in his heart. He did not feel happy.
Carlo walked in the garden. He saw the new orange tree. He saw the three oranges. They shone like tiny suns. He thought of his first trip. He thought of the fairy. He knew what he must do! He found water first this time. He filled his jug up full. Then he picked one orange. He opened it with care. The true fairy popped out! He gave her water fast. She drank and grew big. There she was, so pretty!
The fairy told Carlo all. "The servant tricked me," she said. "She said a magic word." "I turned into a bird." "Then I turned into a tree." Carlo was very sad to hear. He was mad at the servant. "That was very mean!" he said.
Carlo took the fairy home. They went back to the castle. The King was so happy! He saw the true bride. She was so very pretty. White like snow she was. Red like roses she was.
The King called all to come. He called the whole castle. He asked them all a thing. "What should we do?" he asked. "What if a person was mean?" "What if they tricked a bride?"
The mean servant was there too. She did not know the truth. She did not see the fairy. She said, "Send them away!" "Make them work very hard!" "They are bad and mean!" The King looked right at her. All the people looked at her. She saw the fairy then. Her face turned very red.
The kind fairy spoke up. "Please, forgive the servant." "Let her be my gift." "I will teach her to be kind." "She can learn to be good." The fairy smiled at all. Her smile was warm and soft.
The King said yes to this. The mean servant stayed on. The fairy taught her each day. She taught her to be kind. She taught her to share. She taught her to be good. The servant did learn in time. She was not mean any more.
Carlo and the fairy married. It was a big, happy day. They were kind and fair rulers. They helped all the people. They were good to all.
And so, Carlo and the Fairy showed all that being kind can make a tricky heart good. True joy comes from loving!
And they all lived so happy, full of love and of joy.
Original Story
The Three Citrons
A Neapolitan Tale
nce upon a time there lived a king who was called the King of the Vermilion Towers. He had but one son, whom he loved as the apple of his eye, and who was the only hope of a royal line about to become extinct. The old king's whole ambition was to marry this illustrious prince—to find him a princess at once handsome, noble, young, and rich. He could think of nothing but this wished-for marriage.
Unhappily, among all the virtues in which the heir to a crown is never lacking, Carlino, for that was the young prince's name, had the trifling fault of being shyer than a deer. He shook his head and fled to the woods at the mere sound of a woman's name, to the great grief of his father, who was in despair at seeing his family about to die out. But his grief was in vain; nothing touched the heart of Carlino. The tears of a father, the prayers of a whole people, the interest of the state, nothing could melt this stony heart. Twenty preachers had wasted their eloquence and thirty senators their Latin in reasoning with him. To be stubborn is one of the privileges of royalty, as Carlino had known from his birth, and he would have thought himself dishonored by being second to a mule in obstinacy.
But more things often happen in an hour than in a hundred years, and no one can say with safety, "This is a road that I shall never travel." One morning at breakfast, as Carlino, instead of listening to his father's sermon, was amusing himself by watching the flies buzzing in the air, he forgot that he had a knife in his hand, and pricked his finger in a gesture of impatience. The blood gushed forth and fell into a plate of cream that had just been handed to him, where it made a curious mixture of white and red. Either by chance or by the punishment of Heaven, the prince was instantly seized with the maddest caprice that could be imagined.
"Sir," said he to his father, "if I do not soon find a woman as white and red as this cream dyed with my blood, I am lost. This wonder must exist somewhere. I love her; I am dying for her; I must have her; I will have her. To a resolute heart nothing is impossible. If you would have me live, let me go in search of her, or before to-morrow I shall be dead of loneliness."
The poor King of the Vermilion Towers was thunderstruck at this folly. It seemed to him that his palace was crumbling over his head; he turned red and pale by turns, stammered, wept, and finally cried, in a voice broken with sobs:
"Oh, my child, the staff of my old age, my heart's blood, the life of my soul, what an idea have you taken into your head! Have you lost your reason? Yesterday you almost made me die of sorrow by refusing to marry; to-day you are about to drive me from the world by another piece of folly. Whither would you go, unhappy boy? Why leave your home, where you have been born and bred? Do you know to what danger and suffering the traveler exposes himself? Drive away these perilous fancies, and stay with me, my child, if you would not deprive me of life and destroy your kingdom and house at one blow."
All these words, and others equally wise, had no more effect than an official harangue. Carlino, his eye fixed and his brow bent, listened to nothing but his passion. All that was said to him went in at one ear and out at the other; it was eloquence cast to the winds.
When the old king, worn out with prayers and tears, perceived that it was easier to melt a leaden weathercock on its steeple than a spoiled child in pursuit of his whim, he heaved a deep sigh and determined to let Carlino go; and giving him counsels to which he scarcely listened, several bags filled with guineas, which were rather better received than the counsels, and two trusty servants, the good king clasped his rebellious son to his heart and bade him adieu, then mounted to the top of the great tower to follow the ungrateful boy with his eyes as far as he could see. When Carlino at last disappeared in the distance, the poor monarch thought that his heart was breaking. He buried his face in his hands and wept, not like a child, but like a father. The tears of a child are like the summer rain, large drops that are soon dried up; the tears of a father are like the autumnal rain, which falls slowly and soaks into the ground.
While the king wept, Carlino, mounted on a fine horse, rode on gaily, his plume waving in the wind, like a hero about to conquer the world. To find what he sought was not an easy task, however, and his journey lasted more than one day. He crossed mountains and valleys, traversed kingdoms, duchies, earldoms, and baronies, and visited cities, villages, castles, and cottages, gazing at all the women, and gazed at by them in turn; but all in vain: the treasure that he sought was not to be found in old Europe.
At the end of four months he reached Marseilles, resolved to embark for the Indies. At the sight of the raging sea, however, his brave and faithful servants were seized with an epidemic, called by the physicians stay-at-homeativeness in Hebrew, and the headache in the feet in Latin. To the great regret of these honest people, they were forced to quit their good master and remain quietly on shore, wrapped in their warm blankets, while Carlino, embarked on a frail bark, braved the winds and waves.
Nothing can stop a heart hurried away by passion. The prince roamed over Egypt, India, and China, going from province to province, from city to city, from house to house, and from cabin to cabin, everywhere seeking the original of the fair image that was engraved on his heart, but in vain. He saw women of all colors and shades, brown, blond, olive, sandy, white, yellow, red, and black, but he did not see her whom he loved.
Always seeking and never finding, Carlino at last reached the end of the world. There was nothing more before him but the ocean and the sky. His hopes were at an end; his dream had vanished. As he was walking despairingly up and down the seashore, he spied an old man warming himself in the sun. The prince asked him if there was nothing beyond these waves that stretched as far as the eye could reach.
"No," said the old man; "no one has ever discovered anything in this shoreless ocean, or, at least, those who have ventured on it have never returned to tell the story. I remember, however, having heard the old men among us say, when I was a child," he added, "that their fathers had told them that yonder, a long, long way off, far beyond the horizon, was the Island of the Fates; but woe to the imprudent man who approaches these merciless fairies: he is struck with death at their sight."
"What does that matter?" cried Carlino. "I would face death itself to gain my wishes."
A bark lay by the strand. The prince sprang on board and unfurled the sail. The wind, which blew off the shore, hurried forward the frail craft, the land disappeared, and Carlino found himself in the midst of the ocean. In vain he gazed about him; there was nothing but the sea—the sea everywhere; in vain the bark bounded over the foaming waves with the speed of lightning, like a steed with mane floating on the wind; there was nothing but the sea—the sea everywhere. Billows followed billows, the hours passed one after another, the day declined, and the solitude and silence seemed to deepen around Carlino, when all at once he uttered a cry; he saw a black speck in the distance. At the same instant the bark, shooting ahead like an arrow, struck upon the sand at the foot of huge rocks, which raised their dark summits, notched and worn by time, to the skies. Fate had thrown Carlino upon that strand from which none had ever returned.
To climb this wall was not an easy matter; there was neither road nor path; and when Carlino, after long efforts, with torn hands and wearied limbs, at last succeeded in reaching a level spot, what he found was not calculated to reassure him. He saw nothing but glaciers piled upon one another—black, damp rocks rising from the midst of the snows—not a tree, not a blade of grass, not a bit of moss; it was the picture of winter and death. The only sign of life in this desert was a wretched hovel, the roof of which was loaded with great stones in order to resist the fury of the winds. The prince approached the hut, and was about to enter it, when he stopped short, struck with surprise and terror at the spectacle which presented itself.
At the end of the room was a great web of cloth, on which were pictured all the conditions of life. There were kings, soldiers, farmers, and shepherds, with ladies richly dressed, and peasant women spinning by their side. At the bottom boys and girls were dancing gaily, holding each other by the hand. Before the web walked the mistress of the house—an old woman, if the name woman can be given to a skeleton with bones scarcely hidden by a skin yellower and more transparent than wax. Like a spider ready to pounce upon its prey, the old woman, armed with a great pair of shears, peered at all the figures with a jealous eye, then suddenly fell upon the web and cut it at random, when, lo! a piercing wail rose from it that would have moved a heart of stone. The tears of children, the sobs of mothers, the despair of lovers, the last murmurs of old age, all human sorrow seemed mingled in this wail. At the sound the old woman burst into a loud laugh, and her hideous face lighted up with ferocious delight, while an invisible hand mended the web, eternally destroyed and eternally repaired.
The hag, again opening her shears, was already approaching the web anew, when she saw the shadow of Carlino.
"Fly, unhappy man," cried she, without turning round; "I know what brings you here, but I can do nothing for you. Go to my sister; perhaps she will give you what you desire. She is Life—I am Death."
Carlino did not wait for a second bidding. He rushed onward, too happy to escape this scene of horror.
The landscape soon changed. Carlino found himself in a fertile valley. On every side were harvests, blossoming fields, vines loaded with grapes, and olive-trees full of fruit. In the thick shade of a fig-tree, by a running spring, sat a blind woman unrolling the last gold and silver thread from a spindle. Around her lay several distaffs, full of different kinds of materials ready for spinning—flax, hemp, wool, silk, and others.
When she had finished her task the fairy stretched out her trembling hand at random, took the first distaff that came, and began to spin.
Carlino bowed respectfully to the lady, and began with emotion to tell her the story of his pilgrimage, when the fairy stopped him at the first word.
"My child," said she, "I can do nothing for you. I am only a poor blind woman that does not even know herself what she is doing. This distaff, which I have taken at random, decides the fate of all who are born while I am spinning it. Riches or poverty, happiness or misfortune, are attached to this thread that I cannot see. The slave of destiny, I can create nothing. Go to my other sister; perhaps she will give you what you desire. She is Birth; I am Life."
"Thanks, madam," answered Carlino; and with a light heart he ran to find the youngest of the Fates. He soon discovered her, fresh and smiling as the spring. Everything about her was taking root and germinating; the corn was bursting through the earth and putting forth its green blades from the brown furrows; the orange-blossoms were opening; the buds on the trees were unfolding their pink scales; the chickens, scarcely feathered, were running round the anxious hen, and the lambs were clinging to their mother. It was the first smile of life.
The fairy received the prince with kindness. After listening to him without laughing at his folly, she asked him to sup with her, and at dessert gave him three citrons, and a beautiful knife with a mother-of-pearl handle.
"Carlino," said she, "you can now return to your father's house. The prize is gained; you have found what you have been seeking. Go, then, and when you have reached your kingdom, stop at the first fountain that you see and cut one of these citrons. A fairy will come forth, who will ask you for a drink. Give her the water quickly, or she will slip through your fingers like quicksilver. If the second escapes you in the same way, have an eye to the last; give her a drink instantly, and you will have a wife according to your heart."
Intoxicated with joy, the prince kissed again and again the charming hand that crowned his wishes. He was more happy than wise, and little deserved to succeed; but fairies have their caprices, and Fortune is always a fairy.
It was a long distance from the end of the world to the kingdom of the Vermilion Towers. Carlino experienced more than one storm and braved more than one danger on his way across land and sea, but at last, after a long voyage and a thousand trials, he reached his father's country with his three citrons, which he had treasured like the apple of his eye.
He was not more than two hours' journey from the royal castle when he entered a dense forest where he had hunted many a time. A transparent fountain, bordered with wild flowers and shaded by the trembling leaves of the aspen, invited the traveler to repose. Carlino seated himself on a carpet of verdure enameled with daisies, and, taking his knife, cut one of the citrons.
All at once a young girl as white as milk and as red as a strawberry darted past him like lightning. "Give me a drink!" said she, pausing an instant.
"How beautiful she is!" cried the prince, so ravished by her charms that he forgot the advice of the Fate. He paid dearly for it; in a second the fairy had disappeared. Carlino smote his breast in despair, and stood as astonished as a child that sees the running water slip through his fingers.
He tried to calm himself, and cut the next citron with a trembling hand, but the second fairy was even more beautiful and more fleeting than her sister. While Carlino admired her, wonder-struck, in the twinkling of an eye she took flight.
This time the prince burst into tears and wept so bitterly that he seemed a part of the fountain. He sobbed, tore his hair, and called down all the maledictions of Heaven on his head.
"Fool that I am!" he cried; "twice I have let her escape as though my hands were tied. Fool that I am, I deserve my fate. When I should have run like a greyhound I stood still like a post. A fine piece of business! But all is not lost; the third time conquers. I will try the magic knife once more, and if it deceives me this time I will use it on myself."
He cut the last citron. The third fairy darted forth and said, like her companions, "Give me a drink!" But the prince had learned a lesson. He instantly gave her the water, when, lo! a beautiful, slender young girl, as white as milk, with cheeks like roses, stood before him, looking like a freshly opened rosebud. She was a marvel of beauty such as the world had never seen, as fresh as a lily and as graceful as a swan; her hair was of brighter gold than the sun, her clear blue eyes revealed the depths of her heart, her rosy lips seemed made only to comfort and charm; in a word, from head to foot she was the most enchanting creature that had ever descended from heaven to earth. It is a great pity that we have no likeness of her.
HE INSTANTLY GAVE HER THE WATER, WHEN, LO! A BEAUTIFUL, SLENDER YOUNG GIRL STOOD BEFORE HIM
At the sight of his bride the prince almost lost his reason from joy and surprise. He could not understand how this miracle of freshness and beauty had sprung from the bitter rind of a citron.
"Am I asleep?" he cried. "Am I dreaming? If I am the sport of a delusion, for pity's sake do not awaken me."
The fairy's smile soon reassured him. She accepted his hand, and was the first to ask to repair to the good king of the Vermilion Towers, who would be so happy to bless his children.
"My love," answered Carlino, "I am as impatient as you to see my father and to prove to him that I was right; but we cannot enter the castle arm in arm like two peasants. You must go like a princess; you must be received like a queen. Wait for me by this fountain; I will run to the palace, and return in two hours with a dress and equipage worthy of you." Saying this, he tenderly kissed her hand and left her.
The young girl was afraid, on finding herself alone; the cry of a raven, the rustling of the trees, a dead branch broken by the wind, everything frightened her. She looked tremblingly about her, and saw an old oak by the side of the fountain whose huge trunk offered her a shelter. She climbed the tree and hid herself in it, all but her lovely face, which, encircled by the foliage, was reflected in the transparent fountain as in a clear mirror.
Now there was a negress, by the name of Lucy, who lived in the neighborhood, and who was sent every day by her mistress to the fountain for water. Lucy came, as usual, with her pitcher on her shoulder, and just as she was about to fill it, she spied the image of the fairy in the spring. The fool, who had never seen herself, thought that the face was her own. "Poor Lucy!" she cried. "What! you, so fresh and beautiful, are forced by your mistress to carry water like a beast of burden! No, never!" And in her vanity she dashed the pitcher to the ground and returned home.
When her mistress asked her why she had broken the pitcher, the slave shrugged her shoulders and said, "The pitcher that goes often to the well is soon broken." Upon this her mistress gave her a little wooden cask and ordered her to go back immediately and fill it at the fountain.
The negress ran to the spring, and, gazing lovingly at the beautiful image in the water, sighed and said, "No, I am not an ape, as I am so often told; I am more beautiful than my mistress. Mules may carry casks—not I!" She dashed the cask on the ground, broke it in a thousand pieces, and returned to her mistress, grumbling.
"Where is the cask?" asked her mistress, who was waiting impatiently for the water.
"A mule ran against me and knocked it down, and it is all broken to pieces."
At these words her mistress lost patience. Seizing a broom, she gave the negress one of those lessons that are not soon forgotten; then, taking down a leathern bottle that was hanging on the wall, "Run, wretched ape," she said; "and if you do not instantly bring this back to me full of water, I will beat you within an inch of your life."
The negress took to her heels in terror, and filled the bottle obediently; but when it was filled she stopped to look once more in the fountain; and seeing the lovely face reflected there, "No!" she cried, in a burst of anger—"no, I will not be a water-carrier; no, I was not made to serve my mistress like a dog."
Saying this, she took from her hair the great pin that held it, and pierced the bottle through and through. The water spouted out in every direction. At the sight the fairy in the tree burst into a fit of laughter. The negress looked up, saw the beautiful stranger, and understood the whole.
"Oh!" said she to herself, "so you are the cause of my beating; no matter, you shall pay me well for it." Then, raising her voice, she called, in her sweetest tones, "What are you doing up there, lovely lady?"
The fairy, who was as good as she was beautiful, tried to comfort the slave by talking with her. The acquaintance was soon made; an innocent soul is unsuspicious in friendship. The fairy, without distrust, told the negress all that had happened to her and the prince, why she was alone in the forest, and how she was every instant expecting Carlino with a grand equipage to conduct his bride to the king of the Vermilion Towers, and to marry her there in the presence of all the court.
On hearing this story, the wicked and envious negress conceived an abominable idea. "Madame," said she, "if the prince is coming with all his suite, you must be ready to meet him. Your hair is all in disorder; let me come to you, and I will comb it."
"With pleasure," answered the fairy, with a gracious smile, as she stretched out a little white hand, which looked, in Lucy's great black paw, like a crystal mirror in an ebony frame.
No sooner had she climbed the tree than the wicked slave untied the fairy's hair and began to comb it; then, all at once, taking her great hair-pin, she pierced her to the brain. Feeling herself wounded, the fairy cried, "Palomba! Palomba!" when she instantly turned to a wood-pigeon and flew away. The horrible negress took her victim's place, and stretched out her neck among the foliage, looking like a statue of jet in a niche of emerald.
Meanwhile the prince, mounted on a magnificent horse, was riding thither at full speed, followed by a long cavalcade. Poor Carlino was astonished to find a crow where he had left a swan. He almost lost his reason, his voice was choked with tears, and he gazed in all directions, hoping to see his bride among the foliage. But the negress, putting on a suffering air, said to him, casting down her eyes, "Look no farther, my prince; a wicked fairy has made me her victim, and a wretched fate has changed your lily to charcoal."
Though he cursed the fairies who had played on his credulity, Carlino, like a true prince, would not break his word. He gallantly gave his hand to Lucy and helped her to descend from the tree, all the while heaving sighs that would have melted a heart of stone. When the negress was dressed like a princess, and covered with lace and diamonds that adorned her as the stars adorn the night, by rendering the darkness still more visible, Carlino seated her at his right hand, in a magnificent carriage lined with plate-glass and drawn by six white horses, and took his way to the palace, as happy as a criminal with the rope about his neck.
The old king came to meet them a league from the castle. The wonderful stories of his son had turned his brain. In spite of etiquette and against the remonstrances of his courtiers, he hastened to admire the incomparable beauty of his daughter-in-law. "Upon my word," he exclaimed, at the sight of a crow instead of the dove that had been promised him—"upon my word, this is too much. I knew that my son was mad, but I did not know that he was blind. Is this the spotless lily that he has been to the end of the world to seek? Is this the rose fresher than the morning dew, the miracle of beauty that has come from the rind of a citron? Does he think that I will bear this new insult to my gray hairs? Does he think that I will leave to mulatto children the empire of the Vermilion Towers, the glorious inheritance of my ancestors? This baboon shall never enter my palace."
The prince fell at his father's feet and tried to move him. The prime minister, a man of great experience, remonstrated with his master that, at court, black often becomes white and white black in the space of twenty-four hours; and that there was no reason to be astonished at such a very natural metamorphosis. What was the king of the Vermilion Towers to do? He was a king and a father, and by this double title always accustomed to do the will of others. He yielded and consented with a bad grace to this strange union. The court gazette announced to the whole kingdom the happy choice that the prince had made, and ordered the people to rejoice. The wedding was postponed for a week; it was impossible to make the preparations for the ceremony in less time than this.
The negress was lodged in a magnificent suite of apartments; countesses disputed with one another the honor of putting on her slippers; and duchesses obtained, not without difficulty, the glorious privilege of handing her her nightgown. The town and castle were adorned with flags of all colors; walls were thrown down, yews were planted, walks were graveled, old speeches were furbished up, stale compliments were newly framed, and poems and sonnets that had done duty everywhere were patched up anew. There was but one idea in the kingdom—that of thankfulness to the prince for having chosen a wife so worthy of him.
The kitchen was not forgotten. Three hundred scullions, a hundred cooks, and fifty stewards set to work, under the superintendence of the famous Bouchibus, the chief of the royal kitchens. Pigs were killed, sheep cut up, capons larded, pigeons plucked, and turkeys spitted; it was a universal massacre. It is impossible to have a feast worthy of the name without the help of the poultry-yard.
In the midst of this bustle a beautiful wood-pigeon, with blue wings, perched on one of the kitchen windows, and cooed, in a plaintive voice,
"Bouchibus, tell me, for you must know, sure,
What has Carlino to do with the Moor?"
The great Bouchibus was at first too busy with public affairs to attend to the cooing of a pigeon; but after a while he began to be astonished at understanding the language of birds, and thought it his duty to inform his new mistress of the wonder. The negress did not disdain to go to the kitchen. As soon as she heard the song, with a cry of affright, she ordered Bouchibus to catch the pigeon and make a stew of it.
No sooner said than done. The poor bird suffered itself to be caught without resistance. In an instant Bouchibus, armed with his great knife, cut off its head and threw it into the garden. Three drops of blood fell on the ground; and three days after there sprang from the earth a beautiful citron-tree, which grew so fast that before night it was in blossom.
The prince, while taking the air in his balcony, chanced to spy a citron-tree which he had never seen before. He called the cook and asked him who had planted this beautiful tree. The story of Bouchibus perplexed him greatly. He at once commanded, under penalty of death, that no one should touch the citron-tree, and that the greatest care should be taken of it.
The next morning, as soon as he awoke, the prince hastened to the garden. There were already three citrons on the tree—three citrons exactly like those which the Fate had given him. Carlino gathered them, hastened to his apartments, and shut himself up under lock and key. With a trembling hand he filled a golden cup, set with rubies, which had belonged to his mother, with water, and opened the magic knife, which had never left him.
He cut a citron, and the first fairy came forth. Carlino scarcely glanced at her, and suffered her to take flight. It was the same with the second; but as soon as the third appeared he gave her the cup, from which she drank with a smile, and stood before him more graceful than ever.
The fairy then told Carlino all that she had suffered from the wicked negress. The prince, beside himself with mingled joy and anger, laughed and wept, sang and raved. The king, hearing the noise, ran to see what was the matter, and you may judge of his surprise. He danced about like a madman, with his crown on his head and his scepter in his hand. All at once he stopped short, bent his brow, which was a sign that a thought had struck him, threw a large veil over the princess which covered her from head to foot, and taking her by the hand, led her to the dining-room.
It was the hour for breakfast. The ministers and courtiers were ranged round a long table, magnificently served, waiting for the entrance of the royal family to be seated. The king called the guests one after another, and, raising the veil as each approached the fairy, asked:
"What shall be done to the person who sought to destroy this marvel of beauty?"
And each one, wonder-struck, answered in his own way. Some said that the author of such a crime deserved a hempen cravat; others thought that the wretch should be thrown into the water with a stone to his neck. Beheading seemed to the old minister too mild a punishment for such a villain; he was in favor of flaying him alive, and all present applauded his humanity.
When the negress's turn came she approached without suspicion, and did not recognize the fairy. "Sire," said she, "a monster capable of injuring this charming creature deserves to be roasted alive in an oven, and to have his ashes thrown to the winds."
"You have pronounced your own sentence," cried the king of the Vermilion Towers. "Wretch, behold your victim and prepare to die. Let a funeral pile be built in the square in front of the castle. I will give my good people the pleasure of seeing a witch burn; it will occupy them for an hour or two."
"Sire," said the young fairy, taking the king's hand, "Your Majesty surely will not refuse me a wedding gift?"
"No, indeed, my child," replied the old king. "Ask what you will; should it be my crown, I will gladly give it to you."
"Sire," continued the fairy, "grant me this wretched creature's pardon. An ignorant and miserable slave, life has taught her nothing but hatred and malice; let me render her happy and teach her that the only happiness on earth consists in loving others."
"My daughter," said the king, "it is very evident that you are a fairy; you know nothing of human justice. Among us, we do not reform the wicked, we kill them; it is sooner done. But I have given my word. Tame this serpent at your own risk and peril; I am willing."
The fairy raised the negress, who kissed her hands, weeping; then they all sat down to the table. The king was so happy that he ate enough for four. As for Carlino, who kept his eyes fixed on his bride, he cut his thumb five or six times in a fit of absent-mindedness, which each time put him in the best humor imaginable. Everything gives us pleasure when the heart is happy.
When the old king died, full of years and honor, Carlino and his lovely wife ascended the throne in turn. For half a century, if history is to be believed, they neither raised the taxes, shed a drop of blood, nor caused a tear to fall; and although more than a thousand years have passed since then, the good people of the Vermilion Towers still sigh at the mention of this distant age, and little children are not the only ones to ask when the fairies will reign again.
Story DNA
Moral
True happiness comes from loving others, and even the wicked can be reformed through kindness.
Plot Summary
Prince Carlino, initially shy, becomes obsessed with finding a woman as 'white and red' as blood in cream. He embarks on a global quest, eventually reaching the Island of the Fates where he finds three magical citrons, each containing a fairy. He successfully revives the third fairy, but a jealous negress tricks the fairy, takes her place, and transforms the true princess into a bird, then a citron tree. Carlino discovers the truth, revives his true love, and at court, the negress unknowingly condemns herself. The fairy princess, however, pardons her, leading to the negress's reformation, and Carlino and the princess marry, ruling happily ever after.
Themes
Emotional Arc
despair to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Édouard Laboulaye was a 19th-century French jurist and folklorist who collected and retold fairy tales, often with a moralizing tone. This tale is a variant of 'The Love for Three Oranges' (L'amore delle tre melarance), a common motif in Italian folklore.
Plot Beats (13)
- Prince Carlino is extremely shy and refuses to marry, causing his father, the King of the Vermilion Towers, great distress.
- Carlino pricks his finger, and the sight of blood in cream makes him declare he will only marry a woman as 'white and red' and sets off to find her.
- He travels extensively, his servants abandon him, and he eventually reaches the 'end of the world' where he learns of the perilous Island of the Fates.
- Carlino sails to the island, overcomes obstacles, and finds three citrons, each containing a fairy who will appear if given water.
- He opens the first two citrons prematurely, losing the fairies, but successfully brings the third fairy to life by giving her water at the right moment.
- As Carlino goes to fetch clothes for the fairy, a jealous negress, a former servant, tricks the fairy into climbing a tree, then pushes her into a well and takes her place.
- The fairy transforms into a dove, then a wood-pigeon, and is eventually caught and killed by the negress's order, but three drops of her blood grow into a citron tree.
- Carlino discovers the citron tree, gathers its three citrons, and, remembering his past mistake, successfully brings the true fairy princess back to life.
- The fairy princess reveals the negress's treachery to Carlino.
- The king, delighted by the true princess, gathers the court and asks each person what punishment a monster who would harm such beauty deserves.
- The negress, unaware, condemns herself to be roasted alive.
- The fairy princess intervenes, asking for the negress's pardon as a wedding gift, and vows to teach her kindness.
- The king agrees, and the negress is reformed; Carlino and the princess marry and rule justly and compassionately for many years.
Characters
Carlino ★ protagonist
A prince of royal lineage, likely of Mediterranean descent given the Neapolitan tale origin. He is described as having a 'stony heart' and being 'shyer than a deer' initially, suggesting a somewhat reserved or perhaps delicate build, though he later embarks on a grand journey, implying resilience. His appearance is not explicitly detailed beyond being a prince.
Attire: Royal attire befitting a prince, likely made of fine fabrics like silk or velvet, possibly with embroidery or jewels. During his travels, he would wear practical but still noble clothing, perhaps a tunic, breeches, and boots, with a 'plume waving in the wind' on his headwear, indicating a certain flair.
Wants: To find a woman as 'white and red' as the cream mixed with his blood, driven by an intense, sudden caprice and romantic idealization.
Flaw: Extreme shyness and stubbornness initially; later, a susceptibility to sudden, overwhelming passions and absent-mindedness when deeply in love.
Transforms from a shy, stubborn, and reclusive prince who avoids marriage into a passionate, determined adventurer who finds love and eventually becomes a benevolent king.
Initially shy, stubborn, and introverted. Becomes passionate, resolute, and determined when pursuing his ideal woman. Later, he is joyful and absent-minded in love, indicating a transformation from his earlier reserved nature.
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A young man of Mediterranean descent, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has short, dark, wavy hair and dark, expressive eyes. His face is oval with a strong jawline. He wears a deep crimson velvet tunic with gold embroidery, cream breeches, and tall brown leather riding boots. A decorative, plumed cap is on his head. He holds a small, ornate, closed knife in one hand. His expression is determined and slightly dreamy. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
King of the Vermilion Towers ◆ supporting
An old king, described as having 'old age' and being prone to emotional outbursts. He is likely of a regal but perhaps slightly frail build due to his age and emotional distress. His face shows the wear of worry and sorrow.
Attire: Royal robes befitting a king, likely rich fabrics like purple or gold brocade, possibly adorned with jewels and ermine trim. He wears his crown and carries his scepter, even when dancing in joy.
Wants: To see his son Carlino married and ensure the continuation of his royal line. Later, to see his son happy and justly punish those who harm him.
Flaw: Overly emotional and easily distressed by his son's actions, making him somewhat ineffectual in controlling Carlino's whims.
Begins in despair over his son's shyness, endures the anxiety of his son's quest, and ends in profound joy and satisfaction at Carlino's happy marriage and the secure future of his kingdom.
Loving, anxious, despairing, wise (offering counsel), and ultimately joyful. He is deeply devoted to his son and the continuation of his royal line.
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An elderly man of Mediterranean descent, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a long, flowing white beard and white hair, with a kind but worried expression on his deeply lined face. He wears a rich, deep purple velvet robe trimmed with gold embroidery and ermine, with a heavy gold crown on his head. He holds a golden scepter in his right hand. His posture is dignified but slightly stooped with age. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Fairy Princess ★ protagonist
Of extraordinary beauty, described as 'more graceful than ever' and a 'marvel of beauty.' She embodies the 'white and red' ideal Carlino sought, suggesting a fair complexion with rosy cheeks. She is delicate and ethereal in appearance, fitting her fairy nature.
Attire: When she first appears, she is naked, but after drinking water, she stands 'more graceful than ever,' implying she is then clothed. Her attire would be elegant and ethereal, perhaps a flowing gown of fine, light fabric, possibly white or pale colors, reflecting her purity and beauty. Later, as a queen, she would wear royal garments.
Wants: To be with Carlino, whom she loves. Later, to bring happiness and justice to the kingdom, and to teach compassion.
Flaw: Vulnerable to the Negress's malice due to her magical nature and perhaps initial naivety.
Emerges from a citron, suffers at the hands of the Negress, is rescued by Carlino, and transforms into a wise and benevolent queen who champions forgiveness and love.
Kind, forgiving, benevolent, and wise. She demonstrates immense compassion by pardoning the Negress and seeking to reform her, contrasting with human justice.
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A young woman of radiant beauty, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has long, flowing, light brown hair and large, luminous blue eyes. Her skin is fair with a delicate flush of pink on her cheeks. She wears a flowing gown of shimmering white silk, with delicate silver embroidery along the neckline and sleeves. Her posture is graceful and serene, with a gentle, compassionate smile. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Negress ⚔ antagonist
Described as a 'negress,' indicating dark skin. She is a 'wretch' and 'monster' in the eyes of others, implying a harsh or unpleasant demeanor, but her physical appearance beyond skin tone is not detailed. She is likely of average build.
Attire: As a slave, her clothing would be simple and utilitarian, likely coarse fabrics in dark or muted colors. When she impersonates the princess, she would wear the royal attire intended for Carlino's bride, likely rich fabrics and jewels, but these would not truly belong to her.
Wants: To usurp the Fairy Princess's place and marry Carlino, gaining wealth and power. To destroy anyone who threatens her position.
Flaw: Her overwhelming malice and ignorance, which ultimately lead to her downfall. She is easily manipulated by her own desire for revenge.
Rises from slavery through deception and cruelty, attempts to usurp the princess's role, is exposed and condemned, and is ultimately pardoned and offered a chance at redemption by the Fairy Princess.
Malicious, envious, cruel, cunning, and ignorant. She is driven by hatred and a desire for power and status.
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A woman of dark skin, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has short, dark, tightly coiled hair and dark, narrow eyes that convey a cunning expression. Her face is angular and severe. She wears a simple, coarse brown linen tunic and a dark, plain headscarf. Her posture is slightly hunched, suggesting a subservient role, but with a hint of underlying malice. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Bouchibus ○ minor
The 'chief of the royal kitchens,' implying a robust build, possibly portly, typical of a head cook. His hands would be accustomed to handling food and knives.
Attire: Chef's attire of the period, likely a white linen tunic or smock, possibly an apron, and practical trousers. He would carry his 'great knife' as a tool of his trade.
Wants: To fulfill his duties as chief cook and serve the royal family. Later, to obey the Negress's command to catch the pigeon.
Flaw: His obedience to authority, even when it leads to harm (killing the pigeon).
Plays a small but pivotal role in the plot by hearing the wood-pigeon's song and reporting it, inadvertently leading to the discovery of the citron tree and the princess.
Diligent, efficient, and observant. He is initially too busy for distractions but eventually recognizes the significance of the wood-pigeon's song and reports it.
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A portly adult man, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a round, clean-shaven face with a friendly but focused expression, and a balding head with short, dark hair at the sides. He wears a clean white linen chef's tunic, a large white apron tied at the waist, and dark trousers. He holds a large, sharp kitchen knife in his right hand. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Wood-Pigeon ○ minor
A beautiful wood-pigeon with 'blue wings.' It is a delicate bird, capable of flight.
Attire: Its natural plumage, specifically noted for its 'blue wings.'
Wants: To reveal the truth about the Negress's deception.
Flaw: Its physical vulnerability, leading to its capture and death.
Appears to reveal the truth, is killed, and from its blood, the citron tree grows, directly leading to the princess's rediscovery.
Observant, communicative (through song), and gentle. It acts as a messenger of truth.
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A beautiful wood-pigeon, standing on a branch, facing forward, full body visible. It has iridescent blue-gray wings, a white neck patch, and a soft pinkish-brown breast. Its eyes are bright and alert. Its posture is elegant and poised. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
King of the Vermilion Towers' Palace
A royal palace, likely in a Neapolitan or Southern Italian style, characterized by its 'Vermilion Towers'. The interior includes a dining room where breakfast is served, and private apartments for the prince. The kitchen is a bustling, large space. Balconies offer views of the garden.
Mood: Initially formal and somewhat somber due to the king's worries, later bustling with preparations, and finally joyous and celebratory.
Carlino pricks his finger, conceiving his quest; the king tries to dissuade him; the final revelation of the fairy and the judgment of the negress occur here.
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A grand Neapolitan palace interior, perhaps a high-ceilinged dining hall with frescoed walls and large arched windows looking out onto a sunny courtyard. Ornate wooden furniture, rich tapestries, and a long table laden with breakfast dishes. Warm morning light streams in, illuminating dust motes in the air. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Palace Garden
A cultivated garden adjacent to the palace, where a wood-pigeon's head is thrown, leading to the miraculous growth of a citron-tree. It is visible from the prince's balcony.
Mood: Initially ordinary, then becomes magical and pivotal.
The wood-pigeon's head is thrown here, leading to the growth of the magic citron-tree, which Carlino discovers.
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A vibrant, sun-drenched Neapolitan palace garden, with meticulously manicured hedges and fragrant flowering bushes. In the center, a young, miraculously fast-growing citron tree, laden with three ripe, yellow citrons, stands out against the deep green foliage. The ground is rich, dark soil, and the air feels warm and humid. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Square in front of the Castle
A public square directly in front of the royal castle, designated for public spectacles and executions.
Mood: Anticipatory, somber, then relieved.
The negress is sentenced to be burned here, but the fairy intervenes.
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A wide, sunlit public square in front of a grand Neapolitan castle, its vermilion towers rising against a clear blue sky. The square is paved with large, irregular flagstones, and there's ample space for a crowd. The castle facade is adorned with ornate stone carvings and arched windows. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
