BEAUTY seen, wearing a crown of white roses on his head.
Ne THE He said to her: ‘Beauty! your fate is not as
AST forlorn as you suppose. Be true-hearted as you

are beautiful, and all will be well in the end.’
Beauty awoke, after a long sleep, much refreshed.
She then began to explore the palace. The first
room she entered was lined with looking-glasses,
and Beauty saw herself reflected on every side.
Then she saw a bracelet hanging down from a
chandelier. She took it, looked at it, and saw
that from it hung a locket, and in this locket was
the portrait of the very Prince she had seen in her
dream.
The next room she entered was tapestried round
with foliage, and it was full of musical instruments.
Beauty knew how to play some of them; and she
amused herself for some time trying them, and
playing the different ballad tunes that came into
her head. First she sang—

There was a fair maiden, all forlorn,
With hey! with ho! for the rain;

And she sat herself down all under a thorn,
The poppies are red in the grain.

Next she sang—

There rode a knight when the moon shone bright,
He rode to the lady’s hall;

He sang her a lay, bade her come away,
And follow him at his call.

He courted her many a long winter night,
And many a short winter day,

And he laid in wait, both early and late,
For to take her sweet life away.

Then she sang—

There came an earl a-riding by,
A gipsy maid espied he;

O nut-brown maid, to her he said,
I prithee, come away with me.

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