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Updated: June 27, 2025
"I beseech you not to do so," said the queen, anxiously; "you know that the fairies love to be obeyed." Passerose took the child, clothed it in the linen that had been prepared for it and leaned over to embrace it but she pricked her lips against the rough bristles of Ourson and drew back precipitately.
Agnella and Violette still wept bitterly; they appeared neither to hear nor understand what was passing around them. "Let us leave this place," said Passerose, at last. Agnella and Violette made no response. Passerose tried to lead Violette away. "Come," said she; "come, Violette, let us seek a shelter for the night the evening fortunately is mild." "What shelter do I want?" said Violette.
You know that I fled because he wished to kill me also. I have no reason to fear that he will pursue me for I am sure that he will wish never to see me again." Passerose, after having wept and sobbed some time with the Queen Aimee, for that was her true name, now entreated her mistress to be seated at the table.
The flames diminished, then died away no sound now interrupted the despair of Agnella and Violette. Violette had fallen into the arms of Agnella and they sobbed thus a long time in silence. Passerose contemplated the smoking ruins and wept. Poor Ourson was buried there a victim of his courage and his devotion!
Ourson sprang upon a ladder and passed across the flames into a granary through an open window, then descended into the room where his mother and Violette were embracing, expecting instant death. Before they had time to recognize him he seized them in his arms and cried to Passerose to follow him.
Violette loved them but Ourson most of all. How could she help loving this good boy, who always forgot himself for her, who was constantly seeking to amuse and please her and who would indeed have been willing to die for his little friend? One day, when Passerose had taken Violette with her to market, Agnella related to Ourson the sad circumstances which had preceded his birth.
No one knew up to that time how Agnella and Passerose had arrived at this unknown farm which received in the county the name of the Woodland Farm. One evening Passerose was busy milking the pretty white cow while Agnella prepared the supper.
I am forgotten, forsooth, because I do not bathe myself in tears; because I keep my head cool and preserve my strength. Was it not Passerose, after all, who got you out of that terrible hole? Speak the truth." "Yes, yes, my good Passerose! You may believe that I love you and indeed I thank you for drawing me out of it where, however, I was doing very well after my sweet Violette came down to me."
Before Violette could speak, Ourson said with animation: "Mother, do not say anything to Violette of sacrificing herself for me. You know the thought alone makes me wretched." In place of replying to Ourson, Agnella placed her hand on her forehead and cried out anxiously: "The casket, Passerose! the casket! Have you saved the casket?" "I forgot it, madam," said Passerose.
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!
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