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Her majesty kept her word. Much affected by the sweetness of the hapless bride, she promised to mitigate, as far as possible, her melancholy situation.

Rose, very grateful, supplicated her benefactress to inform the woodcutter’s family that she was still alive, knowing what they would suffer should the story reach them of the black Rose having breakfasted the king’s hounds. The queen promised to employ a confidential domestic; and Rose, who had still preserved her wooden shoes, sent one, that her father might recognise his handiwork.

A few days afterwards a young peasant arrived from the cottage; he brought some cakes and cheese, made by Mother Thomas, which Rose preferred to all the delicacies of the palace.

This young peasant, who was named Mirto, related to Rose everything concerning her dear parents, and took back very loving messages from her to them.

Mirto found so much pleasure in conversing with the fair prisoner, and had so often cakes to carry, that they were seldom asunder. He said he was an orphan, and having some work to do in the prison where Thomas had been confined, there formed a friendship with the family. In return for some little services then rendered them, he desired to learn the trade of the wooden shoes; being very ingenious, he became a valuable acquisition. He never had felt so happy before. In truth, he was not aware that this happiness received its date from the hour in which he first saw Rose.

Alas! the poor Rose was only too sensible of his affection, and feeling the duty of struggling against it, found herself still more miserable than before.

“Whatever may be the conduct of Prince Terrible,” said she to herself, “I have married him. It is certainly very hard to love a husband who wished to kill me, but still I should not permit myself to love another.”

For a whole month following she had sufficient resolution to see Mirto no more, and was becoming sick with chagrin and weariness. The queen visited her frequently, bringing all sorts of sweetmeats, and a singing-bird, to divert her captivity. She brought no finery; indeed, that would have been quite thrown away on the pigeons.

At length, one day Rose heard a great noise in the palace. People kept running to and fro–all the bells were rung, and all the cannons fired. The poor prisoner mounted up to one of the pigeon-holes, and peeping through, perceived the palace hung with black. She knew not what to think. But some one of the queen’s officers appeared, and conducted her in due form to the court. Rose, all trembling, inquired what had happened.

“Your majesty is a widow,” replied the officer; “the king has been killed in hunting; here are your weeds, of which the queen begs your acceptance.”

Rose was much agitated, but she followed the officer in silence, with a sad and serious aspect, as a dignified personage should do when informed of the death of a husband.

The queen was a tender mother, and although fully conscious of the ferocious disposition of her son, she deeply lamented him, and wept bitterly on embracing her daughter-in-law. “You husband is no more,” said she; “forget his errors, my dear child; the remainder of my life shall be devoted to making atonement for them.”

The princess threw herself at her benefactress’ feet, and declared all was forgotten. “If your majesty deigns to permit me to speak candidly,” added she, “and will bestow a moment’s attention, I shall confess the dearest wishes of my heart!”

“Speak,” said the queen; “nothing now can assuage my grief, save an opportunity of proving to you my friendship.”

“I was not born for a queen,” continued Rose. “My mother is a poor forester, but she has been a tender parent, and weeps incessantly for my absence.”

“Let her be conducted hither,” replied the queen.

“This is not all, madam,” continued Rose; “I confess that I love a young peasant, who has assisted my father to make wooden shoes. If I were the wife of Mirto, and your majesty would have the goodness to give some assistance to my family, my old father might be freed from labour, and I the happiest woman in the world.”

The queen embraced Rose, and promised all she wished. She then conducted her to the forest; and just as they had reached its boundary, they perceived in the air a mahogany car, mounted on wheels of mother-o’-pearl; two pretty white lambs were yoked to it, which Rose immediately recognised as those of the Fairy Coquette.

The car descended, and the fairy alighting thus addressed the queen: “Madam, I come to seek my child, and am delighted to find you willing to part with her, for she has a lover whom I approve;–who loves her faithfully, though hopelessly, which is a thing more rare than all the treasures of your majesty’s crown.”

The fairy then addressing herself to Rose, related that her enemy, the Enchanter Barabapatapouf, had just been killed in combat with another giant. “Now,” added Coquette, “I have full power to render you happy;” and passing her fair hand over Rose’s face, the negro colour and features vanished–to reappear no more.

The queen, convinced that her daughter-in-law required nothing further, offered only her portrait, as a token of esteem and friendship. Rose received it with grateful respect, then ascended the fairy’s car, and was in a few minutes surrounded by the foresters, who never wearied of caressing her. Poor Mirto drew back, trembling, not knowing whether to hope or fear; but Coquette, perceiving their mutual embarrassment, declared that she had ordained this marriage from the very beginning. She blessed them, gave them a flock of beautiful white sheep, a cottage covered with honeysuckles and roses, a lovely garden abounding with fruits and flowers, and a moderate sum of money; endowing them also with life for a hundred years, uninterrupted health, and constant love.