"Fetch it," she said quietly. The cats trotted off, they opened the door as before, but left it open this time, and in another moment they returned, carrying between them a white china tray, on which were two cups of beautiful rich-looking milk. They handed them to the children, who each took one and drank it with great satisfaction. Then the cats took away the cups and tray, and returned and sat down as before.
The lady smiled at the children.
"Now," she said, "are you ready?"
She had been so kind about the milk that Hugh this time took courage.
"We are _very_ sorry," he said, "but we really don"t understand what it is you would like us to do."
"Do?" said the lady. "Why, you have nothing to do but to listen. Isn"t that what you came for? To hear some of the stories I spin?"
The children opened their eyes--with pleasure it is to be supposed rather than surprise--for the white lady did not seem at all annoyed.
"Oh!" said they, both at once. "Is _that_ what you"re spinning?
Stories!"
"Of course," said the lady. "Where did you think they all come from?--all the stories down there?" She pointed downwards in the direction of the stair and the great hall. "Why, here I have been for--no, it would frighten you to tell you how long, by your counting, I have been up here at my spinning. I spin the round of the clock at this window, then I turn my wheel--to get the light, you see--and spin the round again at the other. If you saw the tangle it comes to me in! And the threads I send down! It is not _often_ such little people as you come up here themselves, but it does happen sometimes. And there is plenty ready for you--all ready for the wheel."
"How wonderful!" said Hugh. "And oh!" he exclaimed, "I suppose sometimes the threads get twisted again when you have to send them down such a long way, and that"s how stories get muddled sometimes."
"Just so," said the white lady. "My story threads need gentle handling, and sometimes people seize them roughly and tear and soil them, and then of course they are no longer pretty. But listen now. What will you have?
The first in the wheel is a very, very old fairy story. I span it for your great-great-grandmothers; shall I spin it again for you?"
"Oh, please," said both children at once.
"Then sit down on the floor and lean your heads against my knees," said the lady. "Shut your eyes and listen. That is all you have to do. Never mind the cats, they will be quite quiet."
[Ill.u.s.tration: STORY SPINNING.--p. 141.]
Hugh and Jeanne did as she told them. They leaned their heads, the smooth black one of the little girl, the fair-haired curly one of the boy, on the lady"s white robe. You can hardly imagine how soft and pleasant it was to the touch. A half-sleepy feeling came over them; they shut their eyes and did not feel inclined to open them again. But they did not really go to sleep; the fairy lady began to work the wheel, and through the soft whirr came the sound of a voice--whether it was the voice of the lady or of the wheel they could not tell. And this was the old, old story the wheel spun for them.
"Listen, children," it began.
"We are listening," said Jeanne, rather testily. "You needn"t say that again."
"Hush, Jeanne," said Hugh; "you"ll stop the story if you"re not quiet."
"Listen, children," said the voice again. And Jeanne was quite quiet.
"Once on a time--a very long time ago--in a beautiful castle there lived a beautiful Princess. She was young and sweet and very fair to see. And she was the only child of her parents, who thought nothing too rare or too good for her. At her birth all the fairies had given her valuable gifts--no evil wishes had been breathed over her cradle. Only the fairy who had endowed her with good sense and ready wit had dropped certain words, which had left some anxiety in the minds of her parents.
""She will need my gifts," the fairy had said. "If she uses them well, they and these golden b.a.l.l.s will stand her in good need.
"And as she kissed the baby she left by her pillow three lovely golden b.a.l.l.s, at which, as soon as the little creature saw them, she smiled with pleasure, and held out her tiny hands to catch them.
"They were of course b.a.l.l.s of fairy make--they were small enough for the little Princess at first to hold in her baby hands, but as she grew they grew, till, when she had reached her sixteenth year, they were the size of an orange. They were golden, but yet neither hard nor heavy, and nothing had power to dint or stain them. And all through her babyhood and childhood, and on into her girlhood, they were the Princess"s favourite toy. They were never away from her, and by the time she had grown to be a tall and beautiful girl, with constant practice she had learnt to catch them as cleverly as an Indian juggler. She could whiz them all three in the air at a time, and never let one drop to the ground. And all the people about grew used to seeing their pretty Princess, as she wandered through the gardens and woods near the castle, throwing her b.a.l.l.s in the air as she walked, and catching them again without the slightest effort.
"And remembering the words of the fairy who had given them, naturally her father and mother were pleased to see her love for the magic gift, and every one about the palace was forbidden to laugh at her, or to say that it was babyish for a tall Princess to play so much with a toy that had amused her as an infant.
"She was not a silly Princess at all. She was clever at learning, and liked it, and she was sensible and quick-witted and very brave. So no one was inclined to laugh at her pretty play, even if they had not been forbidden to do so. And she was so kind-hearted and merry, that if ever in her rambles she met any little children who stared at her b.a.l.l.s with wondering eyes, she would make her ladies stop, while she threw the b.a.l.l.s up in the air, higher and yet higher, ever catching them again as they flew back, and laughed with pleasure to see the little creatures"
delight in her skill.
"She was such a happy Princess that the bright b.a.l.l.s seemed like herself--ready to catch every ray of sunshine and make it prisoner. And till she had reached her sixteenth year no cloud had come over her brightness. About this time she noticed that the king, her father, began to look anxious and grave, and messengers often came in haste to see him from far-off parts of his kingdom. And once or twice she overheard words dropped which she could not understand, except that it was evident some misfortune was at hand. But in their desire to save their daughter all sorrow, the king and queen had given orders that the trouble which had come to the country was not to be told her; so the Princess could find out nothing even by questioning her ladies or her old nurse, who hitherto had never refused to tell her anything she wanted to know.
"One day when she was walking about the gardens, playing as usual with her golden b.a.l.l.s, she came upon a young girl half hidden among the shrubs, crying bitterly. The Princess stopped at once to ask her what was the matter, but the girl only shook her head and went on weeping, refusing to answer.
""I dare not tell you, Princess," she said. "I dare not. You are good and kind, and I do not blame you for my misfortunes. If you knew all, you would pity me."
"And that was all she would say.
"She was a pretty girl, about the same age and height as the Princess, and the Princess, after speaking to her, remembered that she had sometimes seen her before.
""You are the daughter of the gardener, are you not?" she inquired.
""Yes," said the girl. "My father is the king"s gardener. But I have been away with my grandmother. They only sent for me yesterday to come home--and--and--oh, I was to have been married next week to a young shepherd, who has loved me since my childhood!"
"And with this the girl burst into fresh weeping, but not another word would she say.
"Just then the Princess"s governess, who had been a little behind--for sometimes in playing with her b.a.l.l.s the Princess ran on faster--came up to where the two young girls were talking together. When the governess saw who the Princess"s companion was she seemed uneasy.
""What has she been saying to you, Princess?" she asked eagerly. "It is the gardener"s daughter, I see."
""Yes," said the Princess. "She is the gardener"s daughter, and she is in some great trouble. That is all I know, for she will tell me nothing but that she was to have been married next week, and then she weeps. I wish I knew what her sorrow is, for, perhaps, I could be of use to her.
I would give her all my money if it would do her any good," and the Princess looked ready to cry herself. But the girl only shook her head.
"No Princess," she said; "it would do me no good. It is not your fault; but oh, it is very hard on me!"
"The governess seemed very frightened and spoke sharply to the girl, reproving her for annoying the Princess with her distress. The Princess was surprised, for all her ladies. .h.i.therto had, by the king and queen"s desire, encouraged her to be kind and sympathising to those in trouble, and to do all she could to console them. But as she had also been taught to be very obedient, she made no remonstrance when her governess desired her to leave the girl and return to the castle. But all that day the Princess remained silent and depressed. It was the first time a shadow had come near her happiness.
"The next morning when she awoke the sun was shining brilliantly. It was a most lovely spring day. The Princess"s happy spirits seemed all to have returned. She said to herself that she would confide to the queen her mother her concern about the poor girl that she had seen, and no doubt the queen would devise some way of helping her. And the thought made her feel so light-hearted that she told her attendants to fetch her a beautiful white dress trimmed with silver, which had been made for her but the day before. To her surprise the maidens looked at each other in confusion. At last one replied that the queen had not been pleased with the dress and had sent it away, but that a still more beautiful one trimmed with gold should be ready by that evening. The Princess was perplexed; she was not so silly as to care about the dress, but it seemed to her very strange that her mother should not admire what she had thought so lovely a robe. But still more surprised was she at a message which was brought to her, as soon as she was dressed, from the king and queen, desiring her to remain in her own rooms the whole of that day without going out, for a reason that should afterwards be explained to her. She made no objection, as she was submissive and obedient to her parents" wishes, but she found it strange and sad to spend that beautiful spring day shut up in her rooms, more especially as in her favourite boudoir, a turret chamber which overlooked the castle courtyard, she found the curtains drawn closely, as if it were night, and was told by her governess that this too was by the king"s orders; the Princess was requested not to look out of the windows. She grew at this a little impatient.
""I am willing to obey my parents," she said, "but I would fain they trusted me, for I am no longer a child. Some misfortune is threatening us, I feel, and it is concealed from me, as if I could be happy or at rest if sorrow is hanging over my dear parents or the nation."
"But no explanation was given to her, and all that day she sat in her darkened chamber playing sadly with her golden b.a.l.l.s and thinking deeply to herself about the mystery. And towards the middle of the day sounds of excitement reached her from the courtyard beneath. There seemed a running to and fro, a noise of horses and of heavy feet, and now and then faint sounds of weeping.
""Goes the king a hunting to-day?" she asked her ladies. "And whose weeping is it I hear?"
"But the ladies only shook their heads without speaking.
"By the evening all seemed quiet. The Princess was desired to join her parents as usual, and the white and golden robe was brought to her to wear. She put it on with pleasure, and said to herself there could after all be no terrible misfortune at hand, for if so there would not be the signs of rejoicing she observed as she pa.s.sed through the palace. And never had her parents been more tender and loving. They seemed to look at her as if never before they had known how they treasured her, and the Princess was so touched by these proofs of their affection that she could not make up her mind to trouble them by asking questions which they might not wish to answer.
"The next day everything went on as usual in the palace, and it seemed to the Princess that there was a general feeling as if some great danger was safely pa.s.sed. But this happiness did not last long; about three days later, again a messenger, dusty and wearied with riding fast and hard, made his appearance at the castle; and faces grew gloomy, and the king and queen were evidently overwhelmed with grief. Yet nothing was told to the Princess.
"She wandered out about the gardens and castle grounds, playing as usual with her b.a.l.l.s, but wondering sadly what meant this mysterious trouble.
And as she was pa.s.sing the poultry-yard, she heard a sound which seemed to suit her thoughts--some one was crying sadly. The Princess turned to see who it was. This time too it was a young girl about her own age, a girl whom she knew very well by sight, for she was the daughter of the queen"s henwife, and the Princess had often seen her driving the flocks of turkeys or geese to their fields, or feeding the pretty c.o.c.ks and hens which the queen took great pride in.
""What is the matter, Bruna?" said the Princess, leaning over the gate.
"Have the rats eaten any of the little chickens, or has your mother been scolding you for breaking some eggs?"