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"Blondine", replied the fairy Bienveillante, sadly, "you are now about to know the fate of your friends, but no matter what you see or hear, do not lose courage or hope." Saying these words, she seized the trembling Blondine and conducted her in front of the wardrobe which had already so forcibly attracted her attention. "Blondine, here is the key to this wardrobe. Open it, and be brave!"
They disrobed her with grace and adroitness, placed her in bed and seated themselves by her couch to watch over her. Blondine was soon peacefully asleep not, however, without having first thought of her father and wept bitterly over her cruel separation from him. Blondine slept profoundly, and on awaking she found herself entirely changed. Indeed, it seemed to her she could not be the same person.
"Oh, madam!" said Blondine, in an agony of grief, "shall I never again see my father whom I love so tenderly? My poor father!" "Dear Blondine, do not distress yourself as to the future. Wisdom and prudence are always recompensed. You will see your father again but not now. In the meantime be good and docile. Beau-Minon and I will do all in our power to make you happy."
They will be enchanted to find a way of restoring me to my father. Come with me, beautiful Parrot and I will present you to Bonne-Biche. Come, I entreat you." "Ah! Blondine," said the sharp voice of the Parrot, "it is you, Princess, who do not know Bonne-Biche and Beau-Minon. They detest me because I have sometimes succeeded in rescuing their victims from them.
Poor Blondine wept bitterly. "Alas!" said she, "why is my dear father alone? Where is the queen? Where is Brunette?" "The queen," said Bonne-Biche, "showed so little grief at your death, my princess, that your father's heart was filled with hatred and suspicion towards her and he sent her back to the king Turbulent, her father, who confined her in a tower, where she soon died of rage and anger.
Every day in the morning, at midday and in the evening Blanchette came to offer Blondine her frugal repast. Blondine passed the time in tears for her poor friends, and bitter self-reproach for her crimes. "By my unpardonable disobedience," she said to herself, "I have caused the most terrible misfortunes, which it is not in my power to repair.
Tell me something of my father. Does he still weep my absence? Is he happy since he lost me?" "Dear Blondine, your anxiety on this point is most natural and shall be relieved. Look in this mirror, Blondine, and you shall see the king your father and all that has passed since you left the palace." Blondine raised her eyes to the mirror and looked into the apartment of her father.
"Well, my dear Blondine, did you notice the agitation of Bonne-Biche, when you mentioned the Rose? I promised you to point out the means by which you could obtain one of these charming flowers. Listen now to my counsel. You will leave this park and enter the forest. I will accompany you and I will conduct you to a garden where you will find the most beautiful Rose in the world!"
She concealed the entrance to this little retreat by some broken branches and leaves and went to rest, utterly worn out with regret and fatigue. When Blondine awoke it was broad daylight. At first she could scarcely collect her thoughts and understand her position but the sad realities of her lot were soon apparent to her and she commenced weeping as before.
If they still lived they would not have left me alone with the frightful despair of having caused their death." "But how do you know, Blondine, that this seeming neglect is not forced upon them? They may now be subjected to a power greater than their own. You know, Blondine, that a true repentance will obtain pardon for many crimes." "Ah!
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