The White Slipper
Once upon a time
there lived a king who had a daughter just fifteen years old. And what a
daughter!
Even the mothers who
had daughters of their own could not help allowing that the princess was much
more beautiful and graceful than any of them; and, as for the fathers, if one
of them ever beheld her by accident he could talk of nothing else for a whole
day afterwards.
Of course the king,
whose name was Balancin, was the complete slave of his little girl from the
moment he lifted her from the arms of her dead mother; indeed, he did not seem
to know that there was anyone else in the world to love.
Now Diamantina, for
that was her name, did not reach her fifteenth birthday without proposals for
marriage from every country under heaven; but be the suitor who he might, the
king always said him nay.
Behind the palace a
large garden stretched away to the foot of some hills, and more than one river
flowed through. Hither the princess would come each evening towards sunset,
attended by her ladies, and gather herself the flowers that were to adorn her
rooms. She also brought with her a pair of scissors to cut off the dead blooms,
and a basket to put them in, so that when the sun rose next morning he might
see nothing unsightly. When she had finished this task she would take a walk
through the town, so that the poor people might have a chance of speaking with
her, and telling her of their troubles; and then she would seek out her father,
and together they would consult over the best means of giving help to those who
needed it.
But what has all
this to do with the White Slipper? my readers will ask.
Have patience, and
you will see.
Next to his
daughter, Balancin loved hunting, and it was his custom to spend several
mornings every week chasing the boars which abounded in the mountains a few
miles from the city. One day, rushing downhill as fast as he could go, he put
his foot into a hole and fell, rolling into a rocky pit of brambles. The king's
wounds were not very severe, but his face and hands were cut and torn, while
his feet were in a worse plight still, for, instead of proper hunting boots, he
only wore sandals, to enable him to run more swiftly.
In a few days the
king was as well as ever, and the signs of the scratches were almost gone; but
one foot still remained very sore, where a thorn had pierced deeply and had
festered. The best doctors in the kingdom treated it with all their skill; they
bathed, and poulticed, and bandaged, but it was in vain. The foot only grew
worse and worse, and became daily more swollen and painful.
After everyone had
tried his own particular cure, and found it fail, there came news of a
wonderful doctor in some distant land who had healed the most astonishing
diseases. On inquiring, it was found that he never left the walls of his own
city, and expected his patients to come to see him; but, by dint of offering a
large sum of money, the king persuaded the famous physician to undertake the
journey to his own court.
On his arrival the
doctor was led at once into the king's presence, and made a careful examination
of his foot.
'Alas! your
majesty,' he said, when he had finished, 'the wound is beyond the power of man
to heal; but though I cannot cure it, I can at least deaden the pain, and
enable you to walk without so much suffering.'
'Oh, if you can only
do that,' cried the king, 'I shall be grateful to you for life! Give your own
orders; they shall be obeyed.'
'Then let your
majesty bid the royal shoemaker make you a shoe of goat-skin very loose and
comfortable, while I prepare a varnish to paint over it of which I alone have
the secret!' So saying, the doctor bowed himself out, leaving the king more
cheerful and hopeful than he had been for long.
The days passed very
slowly with him during the making of the shoe and the preparation of the
varnish, but on the eighth morning the physician appeared, bringing with him
the shoe in a case. He drew it out to slip on the king's foot, and over the
goat-skin he had rubbed a polish so white that the snow itself was not more
dazzling.
'While you wear this
shoe you will not feel the slightest pain,' said the doctor. 'For the balsam
with which I have rubbed it inside and out has, besides its healing balm, the
quality of strengthening the material it touches, so that, even were your
majesty to live a thousand years, you would find the slipper just as fresh at
the end of that time as it is now.'
The king was so
eager to put it on that he hardly gave the physician time to finish. He
snatched it from the case and thrust his foot into it, nearly weeping for joy
when he found he could walk and run as easily as any beggar boy.
'What can I give
you?' he cried, holding out both hands to the man who had worked this wonder.
'Stay with me, and I will heap on you riches greater than ever you dreamed of.'
But the doctor said he would accept nothing more than had been agreed on, and must
return at once to his own country, where many sick people were awaiting him. So
king Balancin had to content himself with ordering the physician to be treated
with royal honours, and desiring that an escort should attend him on his
journey home.
For two years
everything went smoothly at court, and to king Balancin and his daughter the
sun no sooner rose than it seemed time for it to set. Now, the king's birthday
fell in the month of June, and as the weather happened to be unusually fine, he
told the princess to celebrate it in any way that pleased her. Diamantina was
very fond of being on the river, and she was delighted at this chance of
delighting her tastes. She would have a merry-making such as never had been
seen before, and in the evening, when they were tired of sailing and rowing,
there should be music and dancing, plays and fireworks. At the very end, before
the people went home, every poor person should be given a loaf of bread and
every girl who was to be married within the year a new dress.
The great day
appeared to Diamantina to be long in coming, but, like other days, it came at
last. Before the sun was fairly up in the heavens the princess, too full of
excitement to stay in the palace, was walking about the streets so covered with
precious stones that you had to shade your eyes before you could look at her.
By-and-by a trumpet sounded, and she hurried home, only to appear again in a
few moments walking by the side of her father down to the river. Here a
splendid barge was waiting for them, and from it they watched all sorts of
races and feats of swimming and diving. When these were over the barge
proceeded up the river to the field where the dancing and concerts were to take
place, and after the prizes had been given away to the winners, and the loaves
and the dresses had been distributed by the princess, they bade farewell to
their guests, and turned to step into the barge which was to carry them back to
the palace.
Then a dreadful
thing happened. As the king stepped on board the boat one of the sandals of the
white slipper, which had got loose, caught in a nail that was sticking out, and
caused the king to stumble. The pain was great, and unconsciously he turned and
shook his foot, so that the sandals gave way, and in a moment the precious shoe
was in the river.
It had all occurred
so quickly that nobody had noticed the loss of the slipper, not even the
princess, whom the king's cries speedily brought to his side.
'What is the matter,
dear father?' asked she. But the king could not tell her; and only managed to
gasp out: 'My shoe! my shoe!' While the sailors stood round staring, thinking
that his majesty had suddenly gone mad.
Seeing her father's
eyes fixed on the stream, Diamantina looked hastily in that direction. There, dancing
on the current, was the point of something white, which became more and more
distant the longer they watched it. The king could bear the sight no more, and,
besides, now that the healing ointment in the shoe had been removed the pain in
his foot was as bad as ever; he gave a sudden cry, staggered, and fell over the
bulwarks into the water.
In an instant the
river was covered with bobbing heads all swimming their fastest towards the
king, who had been carried far down by the swift current. At length one
swimmer, stronger than the rest, seized hold of his tunic, and drew him to the
bank, where a thousand eager hands were ready to haul him out. He was carried,
unconscious, to the side of his daughter, who had fainted with terror on seeing
her father disappear below the surface, and together they were place in a coach
and driven to the palace, where the best doctors in the city were awaiting
their arrival.
In a few hours the
princess was as well as ever; but the pain, the wetting, and the shock of the
accident, all told severely on the king, and for three days he lay in a high
fever. Meanwhile, his daughter, herself nearly mad with grief, gave orders that
the white slipper should be sought for far and wide; and so it was, but even
the cleverest divers could find no trace of it at the bottom of the river.
When it became clear
that the slipper must have been carried out to sea by the current, Diamantina
turned her thoughts elsewhere, and sent messengers in search of the doctor who
had brought relief to her father, begging him to make another slipper as fast
as possible, to supply the place of the one which was lost. But the messengers
returned with the sad news that the doctor had died some weeks before, and,
what was worse, his secret had died with him.
In his weakness this
intelligence had such an effect on the king that the physicians feared he would
become as ill as before. He could hardly be persuaded to touch food, and all
night long he lay moaning, partly with pain, and partly over his own folly in
not having begged the doctor to make him several dozens of white slippers, so
that in case of accidents he might always have one to put on. However, by-and-by
he saw that it was no use weeping and wailing, and commanded that they should
search for his lost treasure more diligently than ever.
What a sight the
river banks presented in those days! It seemed as if all the people in the
country were gathered on them. But this second search was no more fortunate
than the first, and at last the king issued a proclamation that whoever found
the missing slipper should be made heir to the crown, and should marry the
princess.
Now many daughters
would have rebelled at being disposed of in the manner; and it must be admitted
that Diamantina's heart sank when she heard what the king had done. Still, she
loved her father so much that she desired his comfort more than anything else
in the world, so she said nothing, and only bowed her head.
Of course the result
of the proclamation was that the river banks became more crowded than before;
for all the princess's suitors from distant lands flocked to the spot, each
hoping that he might be the lucky finder. Many times a shining stone at the
bottom of the stream was taken for the slipper itself, and every evening saw a
band of dripping downcast men returning homewards. But one youth always
lingered longer than the rest, and night would still see him engaged in the search,
though his clothes stuck to his skin and his teeth chattered.
One day, when the
king was lying on his bed racked with pain, he heard the noise of a scuffle
going on in his antechamber, and rang a golden bell that stood by his side to
summon one of his servants.
'Sire,' answered the
attendant, when the king inquired what was the matter, 'the noise you heard was
caused by a young man from the town, who has had the impudence to come here to
ask if he may measure your majesty's foot, so as to make you another slipper in
place of the lost one.'
'And what have you
done to the youth?' said the king.
'The servants pushed
him out of the palace, and, added a few blows to teach him not to be insolent,'
replied the man.
'Then they did very
ill,' answered the king, with a frown. 'He came here from kindness, and there
was no reason to maltreat him.'
'Oh, my lord, he had
the audacity to wish to touch your majesty's sacred person--he, a
good-for-nothing boy, a mere shoemaker's apprentice, perhaps! And even if he could
make shoes to perfection they would be no use without the soothing balsam.'
The king remained
silent for a few moments, then he said:
'Never mind. Go and
fetch the youth and bring him to me. I would gladly try any remedy that may
relieve my pain.'
So, soon afterwards,
the youth, who had not gone far from the palace, was caught and ushered into
the king's presence.
He was tall and
handsome and, though he professed to make shoes, his manners were good and
modest, and he bowed low as he begged the king not only to allow him to take
the measure of his foot, but also to suffer him to place a healing plaster over
the wound.
Balancin was pleased
with the young man's voice and appearance, and thought that he looked as if he
knew what he was doing. So he stretched out his bad foot which the youth
examined with great attention, and then gently laid on the plaster.
Very shortly the
ointment began to soothe the sharp pain, and the king, whose confidence
increased every moment, begged the young man to tell him his name.
'I have no parents;
they died when I was six, sire,' replied the youth, modestly. 'Everyone in the
town calls me Gilguerillo, [*1] because, when I was little, I went singing
through the world in spite of my misfortunes. Luckily for me I was born to be
happy.'
'And you really
think you can cure me?' asked the king.
'Completely, my
lord,' answered Gilguerillo.
'And how long do you
think it will take?'
'It is not an easy
task; but I will try to finish it in a fortnight,' replied the youth.
A fortnight seemed
to the king a long time to make one slipper. But he only said:
'Do you need
anything to help you?'
'Only a good horse,
if your majesty will be kind enough to give me one,' answered Gilguerillo. And
the reply was so unexpected that the courtiers could hardly restrain their
smiles, while the king stared silently.
'You shall have the
horse,' he said at last, 'and I shall expect you back in a fortnight. If you
fulfil your promise you know your reward; if not, I will have you flogged for
your impudence.'
Gilguerillo bowed,
and turned to leave the palace, followed by the jeers and scoffs of everyone he
met. But he paid no heed, for he had got what he wanted.
He waited in front
of the gates till a magnificent horse was led up to him, and vaulting into the
saddle with an ease which rather surprised the attendant, rode quickly out of
the town amidst the jests of the assembled crowd, who had heard of his
audacious proposal. And while he is on his way let us pause for a moment and tell
who he is.
Both father and
mother had died before the boy was six years old; and he had lived for many
years with his uncle, whose life had been passed in the study of chemistry. He
could leave no money to his nephew, as he had a son of his own; but he taught
him all he knew, and at his dead Gilguerillo entered an office, where he worked
for many hours daily. In his spare time, instead of playing with the other
boys, he passed hours poring over books, and because he was timid and liked to
be alone he was held by everyone to be a little mad. Therefore, when it became
known that he had promised to cure the king's foot, and had ridden away--no one
knew where--a roar of laughter and mockery rang through the town, and jeers and
scoffing words were sent after him.
But if they had only
known what were Gilguerillo's thoughts they would have thought him madder than
ever.
The real truth was
that, on the morning when the princess had walked through the streets before
making holiday on the river Gilguerillo had seen her from his window, and had
straightway fallen in love with her. Of course he felt quite hopeless. It was
absurd to imagine that the apothecary's nephew could ever marry the king's
daughter; so he did his best to forget her, and study harder than before, till the
royal proclamation suddenly filled him with hope. When he was free he no longer
spent the precious moments poring over books, but, like the rest, he might have
been seen wandering along the banks of the river, or diving into the stream
after something that lay glistening in the clear water, but which turned out to
be a white pebble or a bit of glass.
And at the end he
understood that it was not by the river that he would win the princess; and,
turning to his books for comfort, he studied harder than ever.
There is an old
proverb which says: 'Everything comes to him who knows how to wait.' It is not
all men who know hot to wait, any more than it is all men who can learn by
experience; but Gilguerillo was one of the few and instead of thinking his life
wasted because he could not have the thing he wanted most, he tried to busy
himself in other directions. So, one day, when he expected it least, his reward
came to him.
He happened to be
reading a book many hundreds of years old, which told of remedies for all kinds
of diseases. Most of them, he knew, were merely invented by old women, who
sought to prove themselves wiser than other people; but at length he came to
something which caused him to sit up straight in his chair, and made his eyes
brighten. This was the description of a balsam-- which would cure every kind of
sore or wound--distilled from a plant only to be found in a country so distant
that it would take a man on foot two months to go and come back again.
When I say that the
book declared that the balsam could heal every sort of sore or wound, there
were a few against which it was powerless, and it gave certain signs by which
these might be known. This was the reason why Gilguerillo demanded to see the
king's foot before he would undertake to cure it; and to obtain admittance he
gave out that he was a shoemaker. However, the dreaded signs were absent, and
his heart bounded at the thought that the princess was within his reach.
Perhaps she was; but
a great deal had to be accomplished yet, and he had allowed himself a very
short time in which to do it.
He spared his horse
only so much as was needful, yet it took him six days to reach the spot where
the plant grew. A thick wood lay in front of him, and, fastening the bridle
tightly to a tree, he flung himself on his hands and knees and began to hunt
for the treasure. Many time he fancied it was close to him, and many times it
turned out to be something else; but, at last, when light was fading, and he
had almost given up hope, he came upon a large bed of the plant, right under
his feet! Trembling with joy, he picked every scrap he could see, and placed it
in his wallet. Then, mounting his horse, he galloped quickly back towards the
city.
It was night when he
entered the gates, and the fifteen days allotted were not up till the next day.
His eyes were heavy with sleep, and his body ached with the long strain, but,
without pausing to rest, he kindled a fire on is hearth, and quickly filling a
pot with water, threw in the herbs and left them to boil. After that he lay
down and slept soundly.
The sun was shining
when he awoke, and he jumped up and ran to the pot. The plant had disappeared
and in its stead was a thick syrup, just as the book had said there would be.
He lifted the syrup out with a spoon, and after spreading it in the sun till it
was partly dry, poured it into a small flask of crystal. He next washed himself
thoroughly, and dressed himself, in his best clothes, and putting the flask in
his pocket, set out for the palace, and begged to see the king without delay.
Now Balancin, whose
foot had been much less painful since Gilguerillo had wrapped it in the
plaster, was counting the days to the young man's return; and when he was told
Gilguerillo was there, ordered him to be admitted at once. As he entered, the
king raised himself eagerly on his pillows, but his face fell when he saw no
signs of a slipper.
'You have failed,
then?' he said, throwing up his hands in despair.
'I hope not, your
majesty; I think not,' answered the youth. And drawing the flask from his
pocket, he poured two or three drops on the wound.
'Repeat this for
three nights, and you will find yourself cured,' said he. And before the king
had time to thank him he had bowed himself out.
Of course the news
soon spread through the city, and men and women never tired of calling
Gilguerillo an impostor, and prophesying that the end of the three days would
see him in prison, if not on the scaffold. But Gilguerillo paid no heed to
their hard words, and no more did the king, who took care that no hand but his
own should put on the healing balsam.
On the fourth
morning the king awoke and instantly stretched out his wounded foot that he
might prove the truth or falsehood of Gilguerillo's remedy. The wound was
certainly cured on that side, but how about the other? Yes, that was cured
also; and not even a scar was left to show where it had been!
Was ever any king so
happy as Balancin when he satisfied himself of this?
Lightly as a deer he
jumped from his bed, and began to turn head over heels and to perform all sorts
of antics, so as to make sure that his foot was in truth as well as it looked.
And when he was quite tired he sent for his daughter, and bade the courtiers
bring the lucky young man to his room.
'He is really young
and handsome,' said the princess to herself, heaving a sigh of relief that it
was not some dreadful old man who had healed her father; and while the king was
announcing to his courtiers the wonderful cure that had been made, Diamantina
was thinking that if Gilguerillo looked so well in his common dress, how much
improved by the splendid garments of a king' son. However, she held her peace,
and only watched with amusement when the courtiers, knowing there was no help
for it, did homage and obeisance to the chemist's boy.
Then they brought to
Gilguerillo a magnificent tunic of green velvet bordered with gold, and a cap
with three white plumes stuck in it; and at the sight of him so arrayed, the
princess fell in love with him in a moment. The wedding was fixed to take place
in eight days, and at the ball afterwards nobody danced so long or so lightly
as king Balancin.
[From Capullos de
Rosa, por D. Enrique Ceballos Quintana.]
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