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The Little Good Mouse
ONCE upon a time there lived a King and Queen who loved each other so much that they
were never happy unless they were together. Day after day they went out hunting or
fishing; night after night they went to balls or to the opera; they sang, and danced, and ate
sugar-plums, and were the gayest of the gay, and all their subjects followed their example
so that the kingdom was called the Joyous Land. Now in the next kingdom everything
was as different as it could possibly be. The King was sulky and savage, and never
enjoyed himself at all. He looked so ugly and cross that all his subjects feared him, and
he hated the very sight of a cheerful face; so if he ever caught anyone smiling he had his
head cut off that very minute. This kingdom was very appropriately called the Land of
Tears. Now when this wicked King heard of the happiness of the Jolly King, he was so
jealous that he collected a great army and set out to fight him, and the news of his
approach was soon brought to the King and Queen. The Queen, when she heard of it, was
frightened out of her wits, and began to cry bitterly. `Sire,' she said, `let us collect all our
riches and run away as far as ever we can, to the other side of the world.'
But the King answered:
`Fie, madam! I am far too brave for that. It is better to die than to be a coward.'
Then he assembled all his armed men, and after bidding the Queen a tender farewell, he
mounted his splendid horse and rode away. When he was lost to sight the Queen could do
nothing but weep, and wring her hands, and cry.
`Alas! If the King is killed, what will become of me and of my little daughter?' and she
was so sorrowful that she could neither eat nor sleep.
The King sent her a letter every day, but at last, one morning, as she looked out of the
palace window, she saw a messenger approaching in hot haste.
`What news, courier? What news?' cried the Queen, and he answered:
`The battle is lost and the King is dead, and in another moment the enemy will be here.'
The poor Queen fell back insensible, and all her ladies carried her to bed, and stood round
her weeping and wailing. Then began a tremendous noise and confusion, and they knew
that the enemy had arrived, and very soon they heard the King himself stamping about
the palace seeking the Queen. Then her ladies put the little Princess into her arms, and
covered her up, head and all, in the bedclothes, and ran for their lives, and the poor
Queen lay there shaking, and hoping she would not be found. But very soon the wicked
King clattered into the room, and in a fury because the Queen would not answer when he
called to her, he tore back her silken coverings and tweaked off her lace cap, and when all
her lovely hair came tumbling down over her shoulders, he wound it three times round
his hand and threw her over his shoulder, where he carried her like a sack of flour.
The poor Queen held her little daughter safe in her arms and shrieked for mercy, but the
wicked King only mocked her, and begged her to go on shrieking, as it amused him, and
so mounted his great black horse, and rode back to his own country. When he got there
he declared that he would have the Queen and the little Princess hanged on the nearest