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Updated: June 27, 2025
If Agnella had not been his mother and if Passerose had not loved her like a sister, poor Ourson would have died from neglect for he was so frightful no one would have dared to touch he would have been taken for a little cub and killed with pitchforks. But Agnella was his mother and her first movement was to embrace him lovingly and, bathed in tears, to exclaim:
Here is a ring, which you must place upon your little finger. As long as you wear it there you will want for nothing." Waving her farewell with her hand, the fairy took the form of a lark and flew away singing merrily. Agnella and Passerose looked at each other. Agnella sighed, Passerose smiled. "Let us hide this precious casket, dear queen, and the clothing of Violette.
When Ourson had completed his narrative, they heard the shrill voice of Passerose crying out to them: "Look, look, my children! the ladder. I will put it down to you. Take care that it does not fall on your heads. You must have some provisions down there; send them up, if you please; we are somewhat destitute above here. For two days I have only had a little milk to drink and a crust.
Let us eat our breakfast and then we will take a walk." They breakfasted with good appetites. Violette clapped her hands frequently and exclaimed: "Oh how good it is! I love it! I am very glad!" After breakfast, Ourson and Violette went out to walk while Agnella and Passerose attended to the house. Ourson played with Violette and gathered her flowers and strawberries.
She lived alone with a young servant named Passerose. The farm was small but beautiful and in fine order. She had a most charming cow, which gave a quantity of milk, a cat to destroy the mice and an ass to carry her fruit, butter, vegetables, eggs, and cheese to markets every Wednesday.
And now I must conduct you to your kingdom; I will return in time to be present at your wedding. Queen," she continued, turning to Aimee, who was now just opening her eyes, "we are about to set out immediately for your son's kingdom. Are you and your faithful Passerose ready for the journey?"
She covered him with tears and kisses and held him a long time clasped to her heart. After having thought him dead during so many painful hours, it seemed a dream to her almost impossible to realize that she was holding him safe once more. Finally Passerose terminated this melting scene by seizing Ourson and saying to him: "Now it is my turn!
Inform Ourson of the faculty he has of exchanging his skin with any one who loves him well enough to make this sacrifice for his sake. Remember that no one must know the rank of Ourson or of Violette. Passerose, on account of devotion, deserves to be the only one initiated into this mystery and she can always be trusted. Adieu, queen; count always upon my protection.
Passerose put an end to it by crying out: "Would not one say ha! ha! that we were the most ha! ha! unfortunate people ha! ha! in the universe! Look at our poor Ourson, wet as a water-reed, bathing himself in his own and Violette's tears. Courage, children, courage and happiness! See, we are all alive, thanks to Ourson."
After having thanked Ourson for saving their lives at the peril of his own they complimented Passerose upon her forethought. "See," said Passerose, "the advantage of not losing one's senses. Whilst you two were only thinking of your Ourson, I made up this package of necessary things."
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