Just then, a loud stomp came up from behind him. The father spun around. There before him was an awful, huge monster. The father fell on his knees. I only picked the rose for one of my daughters. Oh, so you have daughters? Well, if one of them will come and stay here in this palace, you will be free.
If not, you must return yourself in three months, and take your punishment. When the father got home, Beauty could tell something was wrong.
But she knew that was not true. At last, the father told his girls what the Beast had said. Or else, you will die.
You are young - you must not do this for me! But Beauty would not change her mind. And two days later, the father took Beauty to the palace where the Beast lived. And that means my father is free to go. That is what you said. The days were long and there was no one for Beauty to talk to at the palace.
Every night at nine, the Beast would come for dinner. At first he would only grunt and she said nothing. After all it was not easy to be a prisoner, even if it is at a palace. Then one time at dinner, he made a little joke and she smiled. Another time, he made a comment, and she looked him in the eye. After that, he would ask her about her day, and she would tell him. Not long after that, Beauty came to a part of the palace she had not seen before.
Inside the room were shelves of books to the ceiling, a piano, and a cabinet of fine dresses, just her size.
Now there was much to talk about at dinner! Will you marry me? Beauty was shocked. Still, the Beast asked her the same question after dinner, time after time. And each time Beauty said the same thing. I miss him so much. The next night, the Beast gave Beauty two magical items - a magic mirror and a magic ring. If you are ready to go back home, turn the magic ring on your finger three times and ask the mirror to take you there.
But do not be gone for more than one week. Or I will die of grief! Beauty agreed. When she got back to her room, she looked in the magic mirror and asked to see her father. And there he was, in bed and looking so sick he could die! In fear, Beauty turned the ring on her finger three times.
And she was back! Ah, such joy when her father looked up and saw Beauty! For much of why he was ill was in knowing that Beauty was stuck in the palace, all because of him. She told him that she had all the books she could read, music to play, and fine dresses to wear.
Beauty looked around. And the middle sister had married a man with a sharp wit but who used it to hurt everyone around him, and most of all his wife. Add a review Your Rating: Your Comment:. Hot The Secret by K. Slater by K. Maleficent by Elizabeth Rudnick. Beauty and the Beast by Hannah Howell. Beauty and the Beast Novelization by Elizabeth Rudnick.
Beauty and the Beast by Jenni James. It is the gratification of seeing you return in perfect health. Appreciating, too, the feeling that induced her to ask nothing for herself, he begged she would choose something; and to allay the ill will that his other daughters had towards her, he observed to her that such indifference to dress was not natural at her age that there was a time for everything.
At length the day arrived, that this good old man was compelled to leave his family. He travelled as fast as he could to the great city to which the prospect of a new fortune recalled him.
But he did not meet with the benefits he had hoped for. His vessel had certainly arrived; but his partners, believing him to be dead, had taken possession of it, and all the cargo had been disposed of.
Thus, instead of entering into the full and peaceable possession of that which belonged to him, he was compelled to encounter all sorts of chicanery in the pursuit of his rights.
He overcame them, but after more than six months of trouble and expense, he was not any richer than he was before. His debtors had become insolvent, and he could hardly defray his own costs - thus terminated this dream of riches.
To add to his troubles, he was obliged, on the score of economy, to start on his homeward journey at the most inconvenient time, and in the most frightful weather. It would be some hours before he could cross the forest; it was late, but he wished to continue his journey.
He was benighted, suffering from intense cold, buried, one might say, in the snow, with his horse; not knowing which way to bend his steps, he thought his last hour had come: no hut in his road, although the forest was filled with them. A tree, hollowed by age, was the best shelter he could find, and only too happy was he to hide himself in it.
This tree protecting him from the cold was the means of saving his life; and the horse, a little distance from his master, perceiving another hollow tree, was led by instinct to take shelter in that. The night, in such a situation, appeared to him to be never-ending; furthermore, he was famished, frightened at the roaring of the wild beasts, that were constantly passing by him.
Could he be at peace for an instant? His trouble and anxiety did not end with the night. He had no sooner the pleasure of seeing daylight than his distress was greater. The ground appeared so extraordinarily covered with snow, no road could he find no track was to be seen. It was only after great fatigue and frequent falls that he succeeded in discovering something like a path upon which he could keep his footing.
Proceeding without knowing in which direction, chance led him into the avenue of a beautiful palace, which the snow seemed to have respected. It consisted of four rows of orange- trees, laden with flowers and fruit. Arriving at the first courtyard, he perceived a great many more statues. He was suffering so much from cold that he could not stop to examine them. An agate staircase, with balusters of chased gold, first presented itself to his sight: he passed through several magnificently furnished rooms; gentle warmth which he breathed in them renovated him.
He needed food; but to whom could he apply? This large and magnificent edifice appeared to be inhabited only by statues. A profound silence reigned throughout it; nevertheless, it had not the air of an old palace that had been deserted.
The halls, the rooms, the galleries were all open; no living thing appeared to be in this charming place. Weary of wandering over this vast dwelling, he stopped in a saloon, wherein was a large fire. Presuming that it was prepared for someone, who would not be long in appearing, he drew near the fireplace to warm himself; but no one came.
Seated on a sofa near the fire, a sweet sleep closed his eyelids, and left him no longer in a condition to observe the entrance of anyone. Fatigue induced him to sleep; hunger awoke him; he had been suffering from it for the last twenty-four hours. The exercise that he had taken ever since he had been in this palace increased his appetite. When he awoke and opened his eyes, he was astonished to see a table elegantly laid. A light repast would not have satisfied him; but the viands, magnificently dressed, invited him to eat of everything.
His first care was to utter in a loud voice his thanks to those from whom he had received so much kindness, and he then resolved to wait quietly till it pleased his host to make himself known to him. Upon awaking, in the place of the first table he saw another of porphyry, upon which some kind hand had set out a collation consisting of cakes, preserved fruits, and liqueurs.
This was likewise for his use. Profiting, therefore, by the kindness shown him, he partook of everything that suited his appetite, his taste, and his fancy. Finding at length no one to speak to, or to inform him whether this palace was inhabited by a man or by a God, fear began to take possession of him, for he was naturally timid.
He resolved, therefore, to re-pass through all the apartments, and overwhelm with thanks the Genius to whom he was indebted for so much kindness, and in the most respectful manner solicit him to appear. All his attentions were useless: no appearance of servants, no result by which he could ascertain that the palace was inhabited.
Thinking seriously of what he should do, he began to fancy, for what reason he could not imagine, that some good spirit had made this mansion a present to him, with all the riches that it contained. This idea seemed like inspiration, and without further delay - making a new inspection of it - he took possession of all the treasures he could find.
More than this, he settled in his own mind what share of it he should allow to each of his children, and selected the apartments that would particularly suit them, enjoying the delight beforehand that his journey would afford them. He entered the garden, where, in spite of the severity of the winter, the rarest flowers were exhaling the most delicious perfume in the mildest and purest air.
Birds of all kinds blending their songs with the confused noise of the waters, made an agreeable harmony. I cannot believe that they will regret, or that they will prefer the city to this mansion. An alley, ornamented by palisades, formed by rosebushes in full bloom, led to it.
He had never seen such lovely roses. Their perfume reminded him that he had promised to give Beauty a rose. He picked one, and was about to gather enough to make half-a-dozen bouquets, when a most frightful noise made him turn round.
Is it not enough that I kindly allowed you to remain in my palace? Instead of feeling grateful, rash man, I find you stealing my flowers!
Your insolence shall not remain unpunished. I am not ungrateful! Penetrated by all your kindness, I did not imagine that so slight a liberty could possibly have offended you. I care not for your flattery nor for the titles you bestow on me.
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