The House of Joy
Laurence Housman
9781465550736
213 pages
Library of Alexandria
Overview
A long time ago there lived a King and a Queen, who had an only son. As soon as he was born his mother gave him to the forester’s wife to be nursed; for she herself had to wear her crown all day and had no time for nursing. The forester’s wife had just given birth to a little daughter of her own; but she loved both children equally and nursed them together like twins. One night the Queen had a dream that made the half of her hair turn grey. She dreamed that she saw the Prince her son at the age of twenty lying dead with a wound over the place of his heart; and near him his foster-sister was standing, with a royal crown on her head, and his heart bleeding between her hands. The next morning the Queen sent in great haste for the family Fairy, and told her of the dream. The Fairy said, “This can have but one meaning, and it is an evil one. There is some danger that threatens your son’s life in his twentieth year, and his foster-sister is to be the cause of it; also, it seems she is to make herself Queen. But leave her to me, and I will avert the evil chance; for the dream coming beforehand shows that the Fates mean that he should be saved.” The Queen said, “Do anything; only do not destroy the forester’s wife’s child, for as yet at least, she has done no wrong. Let her only be carried away to a safe place and made secure and treated well. I will not have my son’s happiness grow out of another one’s grave.” The Fairy said, “Nothing is so safe as a grave when the Fates are awake. Still, I think I can make everything quite safe within reason, and leave you a clean as well as a quiet conscience.” The little Prince and the forester’s daughter grew up together till they were a year old; then, one day, when their nurse came to look for them, the Prince was found, but his foster-sister was lost; and though the search for her was long, she was never seen again, nor could any trace of her be found. The baby Prince pined and pined, and was so sorrowful over her loss that they feared for a time that he was going to die. But his foster-mother, in spite of her grief over her own child’s disappearance, nursed him so well and loved him so much that after a while he recovered his strength. Then the forester’s wife gave birth to another daughter, as if to console herself for the loss of the first. But the same night that the child was born the Queen had just the same dream over again. She dreamed that she saw her son lying dead at the age of twenty; and there was the wound in his breast, and the forester’s daughter was standing by with his heart in her hand and a royal crown upon her head. The poor Queen’s hair had gone quite white when she sent again for the family Fairy, and told her how the dream had repeated itself. The Fairy gave her the same advice as before, quieting her fears, and assuring her that however persistent the Fates might be in threatening the Prince’s life, all in the end should be well. Before another year was passed the second of the forester’s daughters had disappeared; and the Prince and his foster-mother cried themselves ill over a loss that had been so cruelly renewed. The Queen, seeing how great were the sorrow and the love that the Prince bore for his foster-sisters, began to doubt in her heart and say, “What have I done? Have I saved my son’s life by taking away his heart?” Now every year the same thing took place, the forester’s wife giving birth to a daughter, and the Queen on the same night having the same fearful dream of the fate that threatened her son in his twentieth year; and afterwards the family Fairy would come, and then one day the forester’s wife’s child would disappear, and be heard of no more.
