wolves that he heard howling round him. All at
once, he now cast his eyes towards a long row of trees,
and saw a light at the end of them, but it seemed a
great way off. He made the best of his way towards
it, and found that it came from a fine palace, lighted
all over. He walked faster, and soon reached the
gates, which he opened, and was very much surprised
that he did not see a single person or creature in
any of the yards. His horse had followed him,
and finding a stable with the door open, went into
it at once; and here the poor beast, being nearly
starved, helped himself to a good meal of oats and
hay. His master then tied him up, and walked towards
the house, which he entered, but still without seeing
a living creature. He went on to a large hall,
where he found a good fire, and a table covered with
some very nice dishes, and only one plate with a knife
and fork. As the snow and rain had wetted him
to the skin, he went up to the fire to dry himself.
“I hope,” said he, “the master of
the house or his servants will excuse me, for to be
sure it will not be long now before I see them.”
He waited a good time, but still nobody came:
at last the clock struck eleven, and the merchant,
being quite faint for the want of food, helped himself
to a chicken, which he made but two mouthfuls of, and
then to a few glasses of wine, yet all the time trembling
with fear. He sat till the clock struck twelve,
but did not see a single creature. He now took
courage, and began to think of looking a little more
about him; so he opened a door at the end of the hall,
and went through it into a very grand room, In which
there was a fine bed; and as he was quite weak and
tired, he shut the door, took off his clothes, and
got into it.
It was ten o’clock in the morning before he
thought of getting up, when he was amazed to see a
handsome new suit of clothes laid ready for him, instead
of his own, which he had spoiled. “To be
sure,” said he to himself, “this place
belongs to some good fairy, who has taken pity on
my ill luck.” He looked out of the window,
and, instead of snow, he saw the most charming arbours
covered with all kinds of flowers. He returned
to the hall, where he had supped, and found a breakfast
table, with some chocolate got ready for him.
“Indeed, my good fairy,” said the merchant
aloud, “I am vastly obliged to you for your kind
care of me.” He then made a hearty breakfast,
took his hat, and was going to the stable to pay his
horse a visit; but as he passed under one of the arbours,
which was loaded with roses, he thought of what Beauty
had asked him to bring back to her, and so he took
a bunch of roses to carry home. At the same moment
he heard a most shocking noise, and saw such a frightful
beast coming towards him, that he was ready to drop
with fear. “Ungrateful man!” said
the beast, in a terrible voice, “I have saved
your life by letting you into my palace, and in return
you steal my roses, which I value more than any thing