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No one came to her aid. Discouragement and despair gained upon her; she began to feel hunger. She had thrown away the basket of provisions when she sprang up the tree, the wild boar had trampled upon it, crushed it and eaten up everything it contained. Whilst Violette was a prey to these terrors and vainly calling for help Ourson was amazed at not seeing her come with the dinner.
You will have work enough to defend yourself from their claws. Be off!" And brandishing his club he would have dealt Ourson a heavy blow if the poor boy had not made a hasty retreat. Ourson turned his steps homeward, discouraged and exhausted. He walked slowly and arrived at the farm late. Violette ran to meet him, took him by the hand, and without saying a word led him to his mother.
You have eaten nothing since morning, poor Violette, for I see on the ground the remnants of the provisions you brought, as I suppose, for our dinner. It is late and the day is declining so we must hurry to return to the farm before dark." Violette now tried to rise but her terror and her long fast had weakened her so much that she fell to the ground. "I cannot stand, Ourson, I am too weak.
But when she heard the voice of her dear Ourson calling to her: "Mother, mother, your poor son Ourson still lives!" she sprang toward the well, and would have precipitated herself within, had not Passerose seized her by the arms and drawn her back suddenly. "For the love of Ourson, dear queen, do not throw yourself into this hole; you will kill yourself!
His heart was full of gratitude to the fairy Drolette to whom he attributed his rescue. At this moment the lark flew towards him, pecked his cheeks and whispered in his ear: "Ourson, it was the fairy Furious who sent this wild boar. I arrived in time to save you. Profit by the gratitude of Violette and change skins with her. She will consent joyfully." "Never!" cried Ourson.
During this time the tender care of Agnella had restored Ourson to life. He opened his eyes, gazed tenderly at his mother and threw himself weeping upon her neck. "Mother, dear mother!" he exclaimed, "my Violette, my beloved sister, has perished! Let me die with her!" "Be composed, my son," replied Agnella; "Violette still lives.
Whilst Ourson was thus supplicating, the fairy gave Violette a light touch with her wand of pearl and Ourson another then said: "Let it be according to the wish of your heart, my daughter. Let it be contrary to your ardent desires, my son."
Place me altogether by myself; then no one will fear me. I will conceal myself so well that your children shall not see me." "Will you be done talking, wicked bear? Go instantly; if you don't you shall feel the teeth of my pitchfork." Poor Ourson bowed his head. Tears of humiliation and disappointment glittered in his eyes.
Passerose carried Violette still sleeping in her arms, undressed her without awaking her and laid her quietly in Ourson's bed, near that of Agnella. Ourson went to sleep in the stable on the bundles of hay. He slept peacefully with content in his heart. Passerose rejoined Agnella in the parlor. She found her meditating, with her head resting on her hand.
He ran along the granary and descended the ladder with his mother in one arm and Violette in the other and followed by Passerose. The moment after they reached the ground in safety, the ladder and granary became a prey to the flames. Ourson led Agnella and Violette some distance from the fire.
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