THE ENCHANTED CANARY
NCE upon a time, in the reign of King Cambrinus, there lived at
Avesnes one of his lords, who was the finest man—by which I
mean the fattest—in the whole country of Flanders. He ate four
meals a day, slept twelve hours out of the twenty-four, and the only
thing he ever did was to shoot at small birds with his bow and
Still, with all his practice he shot very badly, he was so fat and
heavy, and as he grew daily fatter, he was at last obliged to give up
walking, and be dragged about in a wheel-chair, and the people
made fun of him, and gave him the name of my Lord Tubby.
Now, the only trouble that Lord Tubby had was about his son,
whom he loved very much, although they were not in the least
alike, for the young Prince was as thin as a cuckoo. And what
vexed him more than all was, that though the young ladies throughout
all his lands did their best to make the Prince fall in love with
them, he would have nothing to say to any of them, and told his
father he did not wish to marry.
Instead of chatting with them in the dusk, he wandered about
the woods, whispering to the moon. No wonder the young ladies
thought him very odd, but they liked him all the better for that;
and as he had received at his birth the name of Désiré, they all
called him d'Amour Désiré.
"What is the matter with you?" his father often said to him.
"You have everything you can possibly wish for: a good bed, good
food, and tuns full of beer. The only thing you want, in order to
become as fat as a pig, is a wife that can bring you broad, rich
lands. So marry, and you will be perfectly happy."
"I ask nothing better than to marry," replied Désiré, "but I have
never seen a woman that pleases me. All the girls here are pink
and white, and I am tired to death of their eternal lilie and roses.
 "My faith!" cried Tubby; "do you want to marry a negress,
and give me grandchildren as ugly as monkeys and as stupid as
"No, father, nothing of the sort. But there must be women
somewhere in the world who are neither pink nor white, and I tell
you, once for all, that I will never marry until I have found one
exactly to my taste."
Some time afterwards, it happened that the Prior of the Abbey
of Saint Amand sent to the Lord of Avesnes a basket of oranges, with
a beautifully-written letter saying that these golden fruit, then
unknown in Flanders, came straight from a land where the sun always
That evening Tubby and his son ate the golden apples at supper,
and thought them delicious.
Next morning as the day dawned, Désiré went down to the
stable and saddled his pretty white horse. Then he went, all dressed
for a journey, to the bedside of Tubby, and found him smoking his
"Father," he said gravely, "I have come to bid you farewell.
Last night I dreamed that I was walking in a wood, where the
trees were covered with golden apples. I gathered one of them,
and when I opened it there came out a lovely princess with a
golden skin. That is the wife I want, and I am going to look for
The Lord of Avesnes was so much astonished that he let his pipe
fall to the ground; then he became so diverted at the notion of his
son marrying a yellow woman, and a woman shut up inside an
orange, that he burst into fits of laughter.
Désiré waited to bid him good-bye until he was quiet again;
but as his father went on laughing and showed no signs of stopping,
the young man took his hand, kissed it tenderly, opened the door,
and in the twinkling of an eye was as at the bottom of the staircase.
He jumped lightly on his horse, and was a mile from home before
Tubby had ceased laughing.
"A yellow wife! He must be mad! fit for a strait waistcoat!"cried the good man, when he was able to speak. "Here! quick!
bring him back to me."
The servants mounted their horses and rode after the Prince;
but as they did not know which road he had taken, they went all
 ways except the right one, and instead of bringing him back they
returned themselves when it grew dark, with their horses worn out
and covered with dust.
When Désiré thought they could no longer catch him, he pulled
his horse into a walk, like a prudent man who knows he has far to
go. He travelled in this way for many weeks, passing by villages,
towns, mountains, valleys, and plains, but always pushing south,
where every day the sun seemed hotter and more brilliant.
At last one day at sunset Désiré felt the sun so warm, that he
thought he must now be near the place of his dream. He was at
that moment close to the corner of a wood where stood a little hut,
before the door of which his horse stopped of his own accord. An
 old man with a white beard was sitting on the doorstep enjoying
the fresh air. The Prince got down from his horse and asked leave
"Come in, my young friend," said the old man; "my house is not
large, but it is big enough to hold a stranger."
The traveller entered, and his host put before him a simple meal.
When his hunger was satisfied the old man said to him:
"If I do not mistake, you come from far. May I ask where you
"I will tell you," answered Désiré, "though most likely you will
laugh at me. I dreamed that in the land of the sun there was a
wood full of orange trees, and that in one of the oranges I should
find a beautiful princess who is to be my wife. It is she I am
"Why should I laugh?" asked the old man. "Madness in youth
is true wisdom. Go, young man, follow your dream, and if you do
not find the happiness that you seek, at any rate you will have had
the happiness of seeking it."
The next day the Prince arose early and took leave of his host.
"The wood that you saw in your dream is not far from here,"said the old man. "It is in the depth of the forest, and this road
will lead you there. You will come to a vast park surrounded by
high walls. In the middle of the park is a castle, where dwells a
horrible witch who allows no living being to enter the doors.
Behind the castle is the orange grove. Follow the wall till you come
to a heavy iron gate. Don't try to press it open, but oil the hinges
with this," and the old man gave him a small bottle.
"The gate will open of itself," he continued, "and a huge dog
which guards the castle will come to you with his mouth wide open,
but just throw him this oat cake. Next, you will see a baking
woman leaning over her heated oven. Give her this brush.
Lastly, you will find a well on your left; do not forget to take the
cord of the bucket and spread it in the sun. When you have done this,
do not enter the castle, but go round it and enter the orange grove.
Then gather three oranges, and get back to the gate as fast as you can.
Once out of the gate, leave the forest by the opposite side.
"Now, attend to this: whatever happens, do not open your oranges
till you reach the bank of a river, or a fountain. Out of each orange
 will come a princess, and you can choose which you like for your
wife. Your choice once made, be very careful never to leave your
bride for an instant, and remember that the danger which is most
to be feared is never the danger we are most afraid of."
Désiré thanked his host warmly, and took the road he pointed
out. In less than an hour he arrived at the wall, which was very
high indeed. He sprang to the ground, fastened his horse to a tree,
and soon found the iron gate. Then he took out his bottle and oiled
the hinges, when the gate opened of itself, and he saw an old castle
standing inside. The Prince entered boldly into the courtyard.
Suddenly he heard fierce howls, and a dog as tall as a donkey,
with eyes like billiard balls, came towards him, showing his teeth,
which were like the prongs of a fork. Désiré flung him the oat
cake, which the great dog instantly snapped up, and the young
Prince passed quietly on.
A few yards further he saw a huge oven, with a wide,
red-hot gaping mouth. A woman as tall as a giant was leaning
over the oven. Désiré gave her the brush, which she took in
Then he went on to the well, drew up the cord, which was half
rotten, and stretched it out in the sun.
Lastly he went round the castle, and plunged into the orange
grove. There he gathered the three most beautiful oranges he could
find, and turned to go back to the gate.
But just at this moment the sun was darkened, the earth trembled,
and Désiré heard a voice crying:
"Baker, baker, take him by his feet, and throw him into the oven!"
"No," replied the baker; "a long time has passed since I first
began to scour this oven with my own flesh. YOU never cared to
give me a brush; but he has given me one, and he shall go in peace."
"Rope, O rope!" cried the voice again, "twine yourself round
his neck and strangle him."
"No," replied the rope; "you have left me for many years past
to fall to pieces with the damp. He has stretched me out in the
sun. Let him go in peace."
"Dog, my good dog," cried the voice, more and more angry,
"jump at his throat and eat him up."
"No," replied the dog; "though I have served you long, you never
 gave me any bread. He has given me as much as I want. Let
him go in peace."
"Iron gate, iron gate," cried the voice, growling like thunder,
"fall on him and grind him to powder."
"No," replied the gate; "it is a hundred years since you left me
to rust, and he has oiled me. Let him go in peace."
Once outside, the young adventurer put his oranges into a bag
that hung from his saddle, mounted his horse, and rode quickly out
of the forest.
 Now, as he was longing to see the princesses, he was very anxious
to come to a river or a fountain, but, though he rode for hours, a
river or fountain was nowhere to be seen. Still his heart was light,
for he felt that he had got through the most difficult part of his task,
and the rest was easy.
About mid-day he reached a sandy plain, scorching in the sun.
Here he was seized with dreadful thirst; he took his gourd and
raised it to his lips.
But the gourd was empty; in the excitement of his joy he had
forgotten to fill it. He rode on, struggling with his sufferings, but
at last he could bear it no longer.
He let himself slide to the earth, and lay down beside his horse,
his throat burning, his chest heaving, and his head going round.
Already he felt that death was near him, when his eyes fell on the
bag where the oranges peeped out.
Poor Désiré, who had braved so many dangers to win the lady
of his dreams, would have given at this moment all the princesses
in the world, were they pink or golden, for a single drop of water.
"Ah!" he said to himself. "If only these oranges were real fruit—
fruit as refreshing as what I ate in Flanders! And, after all, who
This idea put some life into him. He had the strength to lift
himself up and put his hand into his bag. He drew out an orange
and opened it with his knife.
Out of it flew the prettiest little female canary that ever was
"Give me something to drink, I am dying of thirst," said the
"Wait a minute," replied Désiré, so much astonished that he
forgot his own sufferings; and to satisfy the bird he took a second
orange, and opened it without thinking what he was doing. Out
of it flew another canary, and she too began to cry:
"I am dying of thirst; give me something to drink."
Then Tubby's son saw his folly, and while the two canaries
flew away he sank on the ground, where, exhausted by his last
effort, he lay unconscious.
When he came to himself, he had a pleasant feeling of freshness
all about him. It was night, the sky was sparkling with stars, and
the earth was covered with a heavy dew.
 The traveller having recovered, mounted his horse, and at the
first streak of dawn he saw a stream dancing in front of him, and
stooped down and drank his fill.
He hardly had courage to open his last orange. Then he
remembered that the night before he had disobeyed the orders of the
old man. Perhaps his terrible thirst was a trick of the cunning
witch, and suppose, even though he opened the orange on the
banks of the stream, that he did not find in it the princess that he
He took his knife and cut it open. Alas! out of it flew a little
canary, just like the others, who cried:
"I am thirsty; give me something to drink."
Great was the disappointment of Désiré. However, he was
determined not to let this bird fly away; so he took up some water
in the palm of his hand and held it to its beak.
Scarcely had the canary drunk when she became a beautiful
girl, tall and straight as a poplar tree, with black eyes and a golden
skin. Désiré had never seen anyone half so lovely, and he stood
gazing at her in delight.
On her side she seemed quite bewildered, but she looked about
her with happy eyes, and was not at all afraid of her deliverer.
He asked her name. She answered that she was called the
Princess Zizi; she was about sixteen years old, and for ten years of
that time the witch had kept her shut up in an orange, in the
shape of a canary.
"Well, then, my charming Zizi," said the young Prince, who
was longing to marry her, "let us ride away quickly so as to
escape from the wicked witch."
But Zizi wished to know where he meant to take her.
"To my father's castle," he said.
He mounted his horse and took her in front of him, and, holding
her carefully in his arms, they began their journey.
Everything the Princess saw was new to her, and in passing
through mountains, valleys, and towns, she asked a thousand
questions. Désiré was charmed to answer them. It is so delightful
to teach those one loves!
Once she inquired what the girls in his country were like.
"They are pink and white," he replied, "and their eyes are blue."
 "Do you like blue eyes?" said the Princess; but Désiré thought
it was a good opportunity to find out what was in her heart, so he
did not answer.
"And no doubt," went on the Princess, "one of them is your
Still he was silent, and Zizi drew herself up proudly.
"No," he said at last. "None of the girls of my own country
are beautiful in my eyes, and that is why I came to look for a wife
in the land of the sun. Was I wrong, my lovely Zizi?"
This time it was Zizi's turn to be silent.
Talking in this way they drew near to the castle. When they
were about four stone-throws from the gates they dismounted in
the forest, by the edge of a fountain.
"My dear Zizi," said Tubby's son, "we cannot present ourselves
before my father like two common people who have come back
from a walk. We must enter the castle with more ceremony.
Wait for me here, and in an hour I will return with carriages and
horses fit for a princess."
"Don't be long," replied Zizi, and she watched him go with
When she was left by herself the poor girl began to feel afraid.
She was alone for the first time in her life, and in the middle of a
Suddenly she heard a noise among the trees. Fearing lest it
should be a wolf, she hid herself in the hollow trunk of a willow
tree which hung over the fountain. It was big enough to hold
her altogether, but she peeped out, and her pretty head was
reflected in the clear water.
Then there appeared, not a wolf, but a creature quite as wicked
and quite as ugly. Let us see who this creature was.
Not far from the fountain there lived a family of bricklayers.
Now, fifteen years before this time, the father in walking through
the forest found a little girl, who had been deserted by the gypsies.
He carried her home to his wife, and the good woman was sorry
for her, and brought her up with her own sons. As she grew
 older, the little gypsy became much more remarkable for strength
and cunning than for sense or beauty. She had a low forehead,
a flat nose, thick lips, coarse hair, and a skin not golden like that
of Zizi, but the colour of clay.
As she was always being teased about her complexion, she got
as noisy and cross as a titmouse. So they used to call her Titty.
Titty was often sent by the bricklayer to fetch water from the
fountain, and as she was very proud and lazy the gypsy disliked
this very much.
It was she who had frightened Zizi by appearing with her
pitcher on her shoulder. Just as she was stooping to fill it, she
saw reflected in the water the lovely image of the Princess.
"What a pretty face!" she exclaimed, "Why, it must be
mine! How in the world can they call me ugly? I am certainly
much too pretty to be their water carrier!"
So saying, she broke her pitcher and went home.
"Where is your pitcher?" asked the bricklayer.
"Well, what do you expect? The pitcher may go many times
to the well. . . ."
"But at last it is broken. Well, here is a bucket that will not
The gypsy returned to the fountain, and addressing once more
the image of Zizi, she said:
"No; I don't mean to be a beast of burden any longer." And
she flung the bucket so high in the air that it stuck in the branches
of an oak.
"I met a wolf," she told the bricklayer, "and I broke the bucket
across his nose."
The bricklayer asked her no more questions, but took down a
broom and gave her such a beating that her pride was humbled
Then he handed to her an old copper milk-can, and said:
"If you don't bring it back full, your bones shall suffer for it."
Titty went off rubbing her sides; but this time she did not dare
to disobey, and in a very bad temper stooped down over the well.
It was not at all easy to fill the milk-can, which was large and
round. It would not go down into the well, and the gypsy had to
try again and again.
 At last her arms grew so tired that when she did manage to get
the can properly under the water she had no strength to pull it up,
and it rolled to the bottom.
On seeing the can disappear, she made such a miserable face
that Zizi, who had been watching her all this time, burst into fits of
Titty turned round and perceived the mistake she had made;
and she felt so angry that she made up her mind to be revenged at
 "What are you doing there, you lovely creature?" she said to
"I am waiting for my lover," Zizi replied; and then, with a
simplicity quite natural in a girl who so lately had been a canary,
she told all her story.
The gypsy had often seen the young Prince pass by, with his
gun on his shoulder, when he was going after crows. She was too
ugly and ragged for him ever to have noticed her, but Titty on her
side had admired him, though she thought he might well have been
a little fatter.
"Dear, dear!" she said to herself. "So he likes yellow women!
Why, I am yellow too, and if I could only think of a way——"
It was not long before she did think of it.
"What!" cried the sly Titty, "they are coming with great pomp
to fetch you, and you are not afraid to show yourself to so many
fine lords and ladies with your hair down like that? Get down at
once, my poor child, and let me dress your hair for you!"
The innocent Zizi came down at once, and stood by Titty. The
gypsy began to comb her long brown locks, when suddenly she drew
a pin from her stays, and, just as the titmouse digs its beak into
the heads of linnets and larks, Titty dug the pin into the head of
No sooner did Zizi feel the prick of the pin than she became a
bird again, and, spreading her wings, she flew away.
"That was neatly done," said the gypsy. "The Prince will be
clever if he finds his bride." And, arranging her dress, she seated
herself on the grass to await Désiré.
Meanwhile the Prince was coming as fast as his horse could
carry him. He was so impatient that he was always full fifty
yards in front of the lords and ladies sent by Tubby to bring back
At the sight of the hideous gypsy he was struck dumb with
surprise and horror.
"Ah me!" said Titty, "so you don't know your poor Zizi?
While you were away the wicked witch came, and turned me into
this. But if you only have the courage to marry me I shall get
back my beauty." And she began to cry bitterly.
Now the good-natured Désiré was as soft-hearted as he was brave.
 "Poor girl," he thought to himself. "It is not her fault, after all,
that she has grown so ugly, it is mine. Oh! why did I not follow
the old man's advice? Why did I leave her alone? And besides, it
depends on me to break the spell, and I love her too much to let
her remain like this."
So he presented the gypsy to the lords and ladies of the Court,
explaining to them the terrible misfortune which had befallen his
They all pretended to believe it, and the ladies at once put on
the false princess the rich dresses they had brought for Zizi.
She was then perched on the top of a magnificent ambling
palfrey, and they set forth to the castle.
But unluckily the rich dress and jewels only made Titty look
uglier still, and Désiré could not help feeling hot and uncomfortable
when he made his entry with her into the city.
Bells were pealing, chimes ringing, and the people filling the
streets and standing at their doors to watch the procession go by,
and they could hardly believe their eyes as they saw what a strange
bride their Prince had chosen.
In order to do her more honour, Tubby came to meet her at the
 foot of the great marble staircase. At the sight of the hideous
creature he almost fell backwards.
"What!" he cried. "Is this the wonderful beauty?"
"Yes, father, it is she," replied Désiré with a sheepish look. "But
she has been bewitched by a wicked sorceress, and will not regain
her beauty until she is my wife."
"Does she say so? Well, if you believe that, you may drink cold
water and think it bacon," the unhappy Tubby answered crossly.
But all the same, as he adored his son, he gave the gypsy his
hand and led her to the great hall, where the bridal feast was
The feast was excellent, but Désiré hardly touched anything.
However, to make up, the other guests ate greedily, and, as for
Tubby, nothing ever took away his appetite.
When the moment arrived to serve the roast goose, there was a
pause, and Tubby took the opportunity to lay down his knife and
fork for a little. But as the goose gave no sign of appearing, he
sent his head carver to find out what was the matter in the kitchen.
Now this was what had happened.
While the goose was turning on the spit, a beautiful little
canary hopped on to the sill of the open window.
"Good-morning, my fine cook," she said in a silvery voice to the
man who was watching the roast.
"Good-morning, lovely golden bird," replied the chief of the
scullions, who had been well brought up.
"I pray that Heaven may send you to sleep," said the golden bird,
"and that the goose may burn, so that there may be none left for
And instantly the chief of the scullions fell fast asleep, and the
goose was burnt to a cinder.
When he awoke he was horrified, and gave orders to pluck
another goose, to stuff it with chestnuts, and put it on the spit.
While it was browning at the fire, Tubby inquired for his goose
a second time. The Master Cook himself mounted to the hall to
make his excuses, and to beg his lord to have a little patience.
Tubby showed his patience by abusing his son.
"As if it wasn't enough," he grumbled between his teeth, "that the
boy should pick up a hag without a penny, but the goose must go and
burn now. It isn't a wife he has brought me, it is Famine herself."
 While the Master Cook was upstairs, the golden bird came again
to perch on the window-sill, and called in his clear voice to the head
scullion, who was watching the spit:
"Good-morning, my fine Scullion!"
"Good-morning, lovely Golden Bird," replied the Scullion, whom
the Master Cook had forgotten in his excitement to warn.
"I pray Heaven," went on the Canary, "that it will send you to
sleep, and that the goose may burn, so that there may be none left
And the Scullion fell fast asleep, and when the Master Cook came
back he found the goose as black as the chimney.
In a fury he woke the Scullion, who in order to save himself
from blame told the whole story.
 "That accursed bird," said the Cook; "it will end by getting me
sent away. Come, some of you, and hide yourselves, and if it comes
again, catch it and wring its neck."
He spitted a third goose, lit a huge fire, and seated himself
The bird appeared a third time, and said: "Good-morning, my
"Good-morning, lovely Golden Bird," replied the Cook, as if
nothing had happened, and at the moment that the Canary was beginning,
"I pray Heaven that it may send," a scullion who was hidden
outside rushed out and shut the shutters. The bird flew into the
kitchen. Then all the cooks and scullions sprang after it, knocking
at it with their aprons. At length one of them caught it just at the
very moment that Tubby entered the kitchen, waving his sceptre.
He had come to see for himself why the goose had never made its
The Scullion stopped at once, just as he was about to wring the
"Will some one be kind enough to tell me the meaning of all this?"cried the Lord of Avesnes.
"Your Excellency, it is the bird," replied the Scullion, and he
placed it in his hand.
"Nonsense! What a lovely bird!" said Tubby, and in stroking its
head he touched a pin that was sticking between its feathers. He
pulled it out, and lo! the Canary at once became a beautiful girl
with a golden skin who jumped lightly to the ground.
"Gracious! what a pretty girl!" said Tubby.
"Father! it is she! it is Zizi!" exclaimed Désiré, who entered
at this moment.
And he took her in his arms, crying: "My darling Zizi, how happy
I am to see you once more!"
"Well, and the other one?" asked Tubby.
The other one was stealing quietly to the door.
"Stop her! called Tubby. "We will judge her cause at once."
And he seated himself solemnly on the oven, and condemned
Titty to be burned alive. After which the lords and cooks formed
themselves in lines, and Tubby betrothed Désiré to Zizi.
 The marriage took place a few days later. All the boys in the
country side were there, armed with wooden swords, and decorated
with epaulets made of gilt paper.
Zizi obtained Titty's pardon, and she was sent back to the brick-
fields, followed and hooted at by all the boys. And this is why to-
day the country boys always throw stones at a titmouse.
On the evening of the wedding-day all the larders, cellars,
cupboards and tables of the people, whether rich or poor, were loaded
as if by enchantment with bread, wine, beer, cakes and tarts, roast
larks, and even geese, so that Tubby could not complain any more
that his son had married Famine.
Since that time there has always been plenty to eat in that
country, and since that time, too, you see in the midst of the fair-
haired blue-eyed women of Flanders a few beautiful girls, whose
eyes are black and whose skins are the colour of gold. They are
the descendants of Zizi.
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