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It was a very unhappy night she pa.s.sed, but Bluebeard said nothing to disturb her until morning, and then he presently asked her for his keys.
She gave them to him, but her hand trembled like an old woman's.
Bluebeard took the keys and looked them over carelessly.
"I see the key of the little room at the end of the long gallery on the first floor is not with the others. Where is it?"
"It must have fallen off in the drawer where I kept the keys," she said.
"Please get it for me at once," said Bluebeard, "as I wish to go to the room."
The wife, as white as a sheet, and almost too faint to walk, went back to her chamber and returned, saying she could not find the key.
"But I must have it," said Bluebeard; "go again and look more carefully for it. Certainly you cannot have lost it."
So back to the chamber went the terrified woman, and, seeing no hope of escape, she carried the key down to her waiting husband.
Bluebeard took the key, and looking at it closely, said to his wife, "Why is this blood spot on the key?"
"I do not know," said the wife, faintly.
"You do not know!" said Bluebeard. "Well, I know. You wanted to go to the little room. Very well; I shall see that you get there and take your place with the other ladies."
In despair the young woman flung herself at his feet and begged for mercy, repenting bitterly of her curiosity. Bluebeard turned a deaf ear to all her entreaties and was not moved in the least by her piteous beauty.
"Hear me, madam. You must die at, once," he said.
"But give me a little time to make my peace with G.o.d," she said. "I must have time to say my prayers."
"I will give you a quarter of an hour," answered Bluebeard, "but not a minute more."
He turned away, and she sent for her sister, who came quickly at her summons.
"Sister Ann," she said excitedly, "go up to the top of the tower and see if my brothers are coming. They promised to come and see me to-day. If they are on the road make signs to them to hurry as fast as they can. I am in awful despair."
[Ill.u.s.tration: SISTER ANN WATCHING FROM THE TOWER]
Without waiting for an explanation the sister went to the top of the tower and began her watch.
She was scarcely seated when her sister called up, "Sister Annie, do you see any one coming?"
Annie answered, "I see nothing but the sun on the golden dust and the gra.s.s which grows green."
In the meantime, Bluebeard, who had armed himself with a sharp, curved scimitar, stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for his wife to come down.
"Annie, sister Annie, do you see any one coming down the road?" cried the wife again.
"No, I see nothing but the golden dust."
Then Bluebeard called out, "Come down quickly now, or I will come up to you."
"One minute more," replied his wife; and then she called softly, "Annie, sister Annie, do you see any one coming?"
"I think I see a cloud of dust a little to the left."
"Do you think it is my brothers?" said the wife.
"Alas, no, dear sister, it is only a shepherd boy with his sheep."
"Will you come down now, madam, or shall I fetch you?" Bluebeard bawled out.
"I am coming,--indeed I will come in just a minute."
Then she called out for the last time, "Annie, sister Annie, do you see any one coming?"
"I see," replied her sister, "two hors.e.m.e.n coming, but they are still a great way off."
"Thank G.o.d," cried the wife, "it is my brothers. Urge them to make haste." Annie replied, "I am beckoning to them. They have seen my signals. They are galloping towards us."
Now Bluebeard called out so loudly for his wife to come down that his voice shook the whole house. His lady, not daring to keep him waiting any longer, hurried down the stairs, her hair streaming about her shoulders and her face bathed in tears. She threw herself on the floor at his feet and begged for mercy.
"There is no use in your pleading," said Bluebeard; "you must certainly die."
Then, seizing her by the hair with his left hand, he raised his scimitar, preparing to strike off her head. The poor woman turned her eyes upon him and begged for a single moment to collect her thoughts.
"No," he said; "not a moment more. Commend yourself to G.o.d."
He raised his arm to strike. Just at that moment there was a loud knocking at the gate, and Bluebeard stopped short in his b.l.o.o.d.y work.
Two officers in uniform sprang into the castle and ran upon Bluebeard with drawn swords. The cruel man, seeing they were his wife's brothers, tried to escape, but they followed and overtook him before he had gone twenty steps. Though he begged for mercy they listened not to a single word, but thrust him through and through with their swords.
The poor wife, who was almost as dead as her lord, could hardly rise to greet her brothers, but when she learned of Bluebeard's death she quickly recovered and embraced them heartily.
Bluebeard, it was found, had no heirs, and so all his riches came into the possession of his wife. She was filled with thankfulness at her rescue, and in repentance for her curiosity she gave her sister a generous portion of her money, and established her brothers in high positions in the army.
As for herself, she afterwards married a worthy gentleman and lived happily to a hale old age. The beautiful town and country houses were constantly filled with guests, who, after they had convinced themselves that the cruel master was actually dead, made the rooms ring with their joyous laughter and talking.
LULLABY
Come hither, little restless one, 'Tis time to shut your eyes; The sun behind the hills has gone, The stars are in the skies.
See, one by one they show their light-- How clear and bright they look!
Just like the fireflies in the night, That s.h.i.+ne beside the brook.
You do not hear the robins sing-- They're snug within their nest; And sheltered by their mother's wing, The little chickens rest.
The dog, he will not frolic now, But to his kennel creeps; The turkeys climb upon the bough, And e'en the kitten sleeps.
The very violets in their bed Fold up their eyelids blue, And you, my flower, must droop your head And close your eyelids, too.