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But she feared to appear ungrateful and too anxious to leave the castle of her good friends. She resolved then to await another more suitable opportunity to ask this question. The days passed away quietly and pleasantly. Blondine was much occupied, but was sometimes melancholy. She had no one to talk with but Bonne-Biche and she was only with her during the hours of lessons and repasts.
What was her amazement when the bird said to her, in a fine sharp voice: "Good day, Blondine! I know that you sometimes have a very tedious time of it, because you have no one to talk to. I have taken pity upon you and come to have a chat with you. But I pray you do not mention that you have seen me, for Bonne-Biche would cut my throat if she knew it." "Why so, beautiful Parrot?
Blondine followed in great agitation. She passed through several beautiful rooms and met many young girls clothed in white, like her guide. They looked at her as if they recognized her and smiled graciously. At last Blondine arrived in a room in every respect resembling that of Bonne-Biche in the Forest of Lilacs.
In place of saying to herself that a hind which had the power to speak, to make wild beasts intelligent, to put an infant to sleep for seven years, to dedicate seven years to a tiresome and ignorant little girl, in short, a hind lodged and served like a queen, could be no ordinary criminal; in place of cherishing a sentiment of gratitude for all that Bonne-Biche had done for her, Blondine, alas! believed blindly in the Parrot, the unknown bird of whose character and veracity she had no proof.
I feel how much I am improved in every respect and I owe it all to you." Bonne-Biche returned her caresses and Beau-Minon patted her hand delicately. After the first few happy moments had passed, Blondine cast down her eyes and said timidly: "Do not think me ungrateful, my dear good friends, if I wish you to add one more to the benefits you have already conferred upon me.
Bonne-Biche has been careful to separate you as far as possible from the Rose in order that you might not find the means to escape from her power." "But why does she wish to hold me captive? She is all-powerful and could surely find pleasures more acceptable than educating an ignorant child." "All this will be explained to you in the future, Blondine, when you will be in the arms of your father.
They waited, carved and even divined the wishes of Blondine, Bonne-Biche and Beau-Minon. The dinner was exquisite the chicken was splendid, the game and fish most delicate, the pastry and bonbons superlative. Blondine was hungry so she ate of all and found all excellent. After dinner, Bonne-Biche and Beau-Minon conducted the princess into the garden.
The Rose was scarcely grasped firmly in her hand, when she heard a burst of mocking laughter. The Flower fell from her grasp, crying: "Thanks, Blondine, for having delivered me from the prison in which Bonne-Biche held me captive. I am your evil genius! Now you belong to me!" "Ha! ha!" now exclaimed the Parrot. "Thanks, Blondine! I can now resume my form of magician.
"Your father is well, Blondine, but he weeps your loss always. I have promised him to employ all my power to deliver you from your prison but I can do nothing without your assistance." "My prison!" said Blondine. "But you are ignorant of all the goodness which Bonne-Biche and Beau-Minon have shown me, of the pains they have lavished upon my education, of all their tenderness and forbearance.
Never speak to me of the Rose, Blondine. You cannot know what fatal danger this flower contains for you!" The expression of Bonne-Biche was so stern and severe that Blondine dared not question her further. The day passed away sadly enough. Bonne-Biche was unhappy and Beau-Minon very sad. Early in the morning, Blondine ran to her window and the Parrot entered the moment she opened it.
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