Beauty And The Beast

Once upon a time, in a faraway country, there lived a merchant who had been so lucky in everything he did that he was very, very rich. He had six sons and six daughters, and with all that money he could give them everything they wanted, which they were used to.

But one day something terrible happened. Their house caught fire and burned to the ground, with all the beautiful furniture, books, pictures, gold, silver, and precious things inside. And that was only the beginning of their troubles. Their father, who had been so lucky until now, suddenly lost every ship he had at sea, either to pirates, storms, or fire. Then he heard that the people he trusted in faraway countries had been dishonest. And at last, from being very rich, he became very, very poor.

All he had left was a small house in a lonely place, at least a hundred miles from the town where they used to live. They had to move there, and the children were very sad to leave their old life behind.

At first, the daughters hoped that their friends, who had been so many when they were rich, would let them stay in their houses now that they had none. But they soon found out they were alone, and their old friends even said that the troubles were their own fault for being so extravagant.

No one offered to help them. So they had no choice but to go to the cottage, which stood in the middle of a dark forest and seemed like the saddest place on earth.

Since they were too poor to have servants, the girls had to work hard, like farmers. The boys worked in the fields to earn a living. Dressed in rough clothes and living simply, the girls never stopped missing the luxuries and fun of their old life.

Only the youngest tried to be brave and cheerful. She had been just as sad as anyone when trouble came, but she soon became happy again and tried to make the best of things. She cheered up her father and brothers and tried to get her sisters to dance and sing with her.

But they wouldn't, and because she wasn't as gloomy as they were, they said this miserable life was all she was good for. But she was actually much prettier and smarter than they were. She was so lovely that everyone called her Beauty.

After two years, when they were all starting to get used to their new life, something happened to shake things up. Their father heard that one of his ships, which he thought was lost, had come safely to port with a rich cargo.

All the sons and daughters thought their poverty was over and wanted to go to the town right away. But their father was more careful and asked them to wait. prompt: | Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. png prompt: | Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends.

So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would.

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: Eventyrscene fra 8 % av fortellingen - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjenn Hovedfiguren skal være lett å kjenne igjen, ha en tydelig synlig handling og ikke forsvinne i bakgrunnen eller erstattes av en generisk figur.

ORDRETT SCENEKONTEKST FRA BOKA: All the sons and daughters thought their poverty was over and wanted to go to the town right away. But their father was more careful and asked them to wait. Even though it was harvest time and he was needed, he decided to go himself first to find out the truth.

Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would cost a fortune.

KONTEKSTKRAV: Bildet skal vise akkurat handlingen, personene, rekvisittene og miljøet i utdraget over. Ikke hent hendelser fra andre deler av boka og ikke fyll inn manglende handling fra generell kjennskap til eventyret.

KARAKTERKONTINUITET: Behold samme alder, ansikt, kropp, pelsfarge og pelsmønster, hår, klær og faste rekvisitter som i tidligere bilder. En navngitt figur som har fått en karakteristisk gjenstand, skal beholde den senere i fortellingen med mindre bokteksten uttrykkelig sier noe annet. Visuell referanse fra bokas første bildeprompt: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: "The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered..

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: The merchant gives Beauty a rose. - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagel

EVENTYRBILDE-SIKKERHET FOR LESERE UNDER 15 ÅR: Ingen synlig blod, blodsprut, åpne sår, avkuttede kroppsdeler eller lik. Ikke vis død på en virkelighetsnær, grafisk eller skremmende måte. Hvis handlingen omtaler død eller alvorlig vold, vis den indirekte og symbolsk gjennom miljø, skygger, tomme rom eller gjenstander; personene i bildet skal ikke fremstilles døde eller synlig skadet. Alle barn og barnlige mytologiske figurer skal være fullt påkledd i ugjennomsiktige, alderspassende klær eller trygt innsvøpt i et ugjennomsiktig teppe. Vis dem i en tydelig barnetrygg, ikke-intim situasjon. :::

Lag en barnebokillustrasjon som passer nøyaktig til denne lokale scenen i eventyret: Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would. Vis bare personer, handling, miljø og stemning som hører til dette tekststedet.

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: Eventyrscene fra 8 % av fortellingen - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Boka er Beauty And The Beast. Behold de tilbakevendende personene med samme alder, ansikt, hår, klær og rolle som i tidligere bilder; ikke finn på en konge, dronning eller andre erstatningsfigurer. Tidligere karakterreferanse: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekk Hovedfiguren skal være lett å kjenne igjen, ha en tydelig synlig handling og ikke forsvinne i bakgrunnen eller erstattes av en generisk figur.

ORDRETT SCENEKONTEKST FRA BOKA: All the sons and daughters thought their poverty was over and wanted to go to the town right away. But their father was more careful and asked them to wait. Even though it was harvest time and he was needed, he decided to go himself first to find out the truth.

Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would cost a fortune.

KONTEKSTKRAV: Bildet skal vise akkurat handlingen, personene, rekvisittene og miljøet i utdraget over. Ikke hent hendelser fra andre deler av boka og ikke fyll inn manglende handling fra generell kjennskap til eventyret.

KARAKTERKONTINUITET: Behold samme alder, ansikt, kropp, pelsfarge og pelsmønster, hår, klær og faste rekvisitter som i tidligere bilder. En navngitt figur som har fått en karakteristisk gjenstand, skal beholde den senere i fortellingen med mindre bokteksten uttrykkelig sier noe annet. Visuell referanse fra bokas første bildeprompt: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: "The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered..

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: The merchant gives Beauty a rose. - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagel

EVENTYRBILDE-SIKKERHET FOR LESERE UNDER 15 ÅR: Ingen synlig blod, blodsprut, åpne sår, avkuttede kroppsdeler eller lik. Ikke vis død på en virkelighetsnær, grafisk eller skremmende måte. Hvis handlingen omtaler død eller alvorlig vold, vis den indirekte og symbolsk gjennom miljø, skygger, tomme rom eller gjenstander; personene i bildet skal ikke fremstilles døde eller synlig skadet. Alle barn og barnlige mytologiske figurer skal være fullt påkledd i ugjennomsiktige, alderspassende klær eller trygt innsvøpt i et ugjennomsiktig teppe. Vis dem i en tydelig barnetrygg, ikke-intim situasjon. :::

Tekststed: Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would.

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: Eventyrscene fra 8 % av fortellingen - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjenn Hovedfiguren skal være lett å kjenne igjen, ha en tydelig synlig handling og ikke forsvinne i bakgrunnen eller erstattes av en generisk figur.

ORDRETT SCENEKONTEKST FRA BOKA: All the sons and daughters thought their poverty was over and wanted to go to the town right away. But their father was more careful and asked them to wait. Even though it was harvest time and he was needed, he decided to go himself first to find out the truth.

Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would cost a fortune.

KONTEKSTKRAV: Bildet skal vise akkurat handlingen, personene, rekvisittene og miljøet i utdraget over. Ikke hent hendelser fra andre deler av boka og ikke fyll inn manglende handling fra generell kjennskap til eventyret.

KARAKTERKONTINUITET: Behold samme alder, ansikt, kropp, pelsfarge og pelsmønster, hår, klær og faste rekvisitter som i tidligere bilder. En navngitt figur som har fått en karakteristisk gjenstand, skal beholde den senere i fortellingen med mindre bokteksten uttrykkelig sier noe annet. Visuell referanse fra bokas første bildeprompt: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: "The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered..

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: The merchant gives Beauty a rose. - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagel

EVENTYRBILDE-SIKKERHET FOR LESERE UNDER 15 ÅR: Ingen synlig blod, blodsprut, åpne sår, avkuttede kroppsdeler eller lik. Ikke vis død på en virkelighetsnær, grafisk eller skremmende måte. Hvis handlingen omtaler død eller alvorlig vold, vis den indirekte og symbolsk gjennom miljø, skygger, tomme rom eller gjenstander; personene i bildet skal ikke fremstilles døde eller synlig skadet. Alle barn og barnlige mytologiske figurer skal være fullt påkledd i ugjennomsiktige, alderspassende klær eller trygt innsvøpt i et ugjennomsiktig teppe. Vis dem i en tydelig barnetrygg, ikke-intim situasjon. :::

Tekststed: Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would.

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: Eventyrscene fra 8 % av fortellingen - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjenn Hovedfiguren skal være lett å kjenne igjen, ha en tydelig synlig handling og ikke forsvinne i bakgrunnen eller erstattes av en generisk figur.

ORDRETT SCENEKONTEKST FRA BOKA: All the sons and daughters thought their poverty was over and wanted to go to the town right away. But their father was more careful and asked them to wait. Even though it was harvest time and he was needed, he decided to go himself first to find out the truth.

Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would cost a fortune.

KONTEKSTKRAV: Bildet skal vise akkurat handlingen, personene, rekvisittene og miljøet i utdraget over. Ikke hent hendelser fra andre deler av boka og ikke fyll inn manglende handling fra generell kjennskap til eventyret.

KARAKTERKONTINUITET: Behold samme alder, ansikt, kropp, pelsfarge og pelsmønster, hår, klær og faste rekvisitter som i tidligere bilder. En navngitt figur som har fått en karakteristisk gjenstand, skal beholde den senere i fortellingen med mindre bokteksten uttrykkelig sier noe annet. Visuell referanse fra bokas første bildeprompt: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: "The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered..

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: The merchant gives Beauty a rose. - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagel

EVENTYRBILDE-SIKKERHET FOR LESERE UNDER 15 ÅR: Ingen synlig blod, blodsprut, åpne sår, avkuttede kroppsdeler eller lik. Ikke vis død på en virkelighetsnær, grafisk eller skremmende måte. Hvis handlingen omtaler død eller alvorlig vold, vis den indirekte og symbolsk gjennom miljø, skygger, tomme rom eller gjenstander; personene i bildet skal ikke fremstilles døde eller synlig skadet. Alle barn og barnlige mytologiske figurer skal være fullt påkledd i ugjennomsiktige, alderspassende klær eller trygt innsvøpt i et ugjennomsiktig teppe. Vis dem i en tydelig barnetrygg, ikke-intim situasjon. :::

Only the youngest daughter doubted they would be rich again soon, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in a town with fun and friends. So they all loaded their father with orders for jewels and dresses that would cost a fortune.

Only Beauty, feeling sure it was no use, didn't ask for anything. Her father noticed her silence and said, "And what shall I bring for you, Beauty?"

"The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered.

But this only annoyed her sisters, who thought she was blaming them for asking for such expensive things. Her father, however, was pleased. But he thought that at her age she ought to like nice presents, so he told her to choose something.

"Well, dear father," she said, "since you insist, I beg you to bring me a rose. I haven't seen one since we came here, and I love them so much."

So the merchant set off and reached the town as quickly as he could. But he found that his old friends, thinking he was dead, had divided the ship's goods among themselves. After six months of trouble and expense, he was as poor as when he started, having only enough money to pay for his journey.

To make things worse, he had to leave town in terrible weather, so by the time he was a few miles from home, he was almost frozen and exhausted. Even though he knew it would take hours to get through the forest, he was so eager to get home that he decided to go on.

But night fell, and the deep snow and bitter cold made it impossible for his horse to go any further. There was no house in sight. The only shelter he could find was the hollow trunk of a big tree, and he crouched there all night, which seemed like the longest night ever.

Despite his weariness, the howling of wolves kept him awake. When morning finally came, things weren't much better, because the falling snow had covered every path, and he didn't know which way to go.

At last he found some kind of track. At first it was so rough and slippery that he fell down more than once, but soon it became easier and led him into an avenue of trees that ended at a splendid castle.

The merchant thought it was very strange that no snow had fallen in the avenue, which was full of orange trees covered with flowers and fruit. When he reached the first courtyard, he saw a flight of steps made of agate. He went up and passed through several beautifully furnished rooms.

The warm air revived him, and he felt very hungry. But there seemed to be no one in all this huge, grand palace to ask for something to eat. Deep silence was everywhere. At last, tired of wandering through empty rooms and halls, he stopped in a room smaller than the others.

A bright fire was burning, and a couch was pulled up close to it. Thinking this must be for someone who was coming, he sat down to wait, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When his extreme hunger woke him several hours later, he was still alone. But a little table with a good dinner had been pulled up close to him. Since he hadn't eaten for twenty-four hours, he started eating right away, hoping he could soon thank his kind host, whoever it was.

But no one appeared. Even after another long sleep, from which he woke up completely refreshed, there was no sign of anyone, though a fresh meal of dainty cakes and fruit was waiting on the little table at his elbow. Being naturally timid, the silence began to terrify him.

He decided to search all the rooms again, but it was no use. Not a servant was to be seen. There was no sign of life in the palace! He started to wonder what to do and amused himself by pretending all the treasures he saw were his own, thinking about how he would divide them among his children.

Then he went down into the garden. Though it was winter everywhere else, here the sun shone, birds sang, flowers bloomed, and the air was soft and sweet. The merchant was thrilled by everything he saw and heard and said to himself:

"All this must be meant for me. I'll go right now and bring my children to share all these delights."

Even though he had been cold and tired when he arrived, he had taken his horse to the stable and fed it. Now he thought he would saddle it for the journey home, and he turned down the path to the stable.

The path had a hedge of roses on each side, and the merchant thought he had never seen or smelled such beautiful flowers. They reminded him of his promise to Beauty, and he stopped and had just picked one to take to her when he was startled by a strange noise behind him.

Turning around, he saw a frightful Beast, who seemed very angry and said in a terrible voice:

"Who told you that you could pick my roses? Wasn't it enough that I let you into my palace and was kind to you? Is this how you show your gratitude, by stealing my flowers? Your rudeness will not go unpunished."

The merchant, terrified by these furious words, dropped the fatal rose, fell to his knees, and cried, "Forgive me, noble sir. I am truly grateful for your hospitality, which was so generous that I couldn't imagine you would be angry at me for taking such a little thing as a rose." But the Beast's anger did not lessen.

"You are quick with excuses and flattery," he cried, "but that will not save you from the death you deserve."

"Alas!" thought the merchant, "if only my daughter knew what danger her rose has brought me into!"

In despair, he began to tell the Beast all his misfortunes and the reason for his journey, not forgetting to mention Beauty's request.

"A king's ransom would hardly have bought all that my other daughters asked for," he said. "But I thought I could at least bring Beauty her rose. Please forgive me, for I meant no harm."

The Beast thought for a moment, then said in a less furious tone:

"I will forgive you on one condition: that you give me one of your daughters."

"Ah!" cried the merchant. "If I were cruel enough to save my own life at the cost of one of my children, what excuse could I make to bring her here?"

"No excuse will be necessary," answered the Beast. "If she comes at all, she must come willingly. No other condition will do. See if any of them is brave enough and loves you enough to come and save your life.

You seem like an honest man, so I will trust you to go home. I give you a month to see if one of your daughters will come back with you and stay here, so that you may go free.

If none of them is willing, you must come back alone, after saying goodbye forever, for then you will belong to me. And don't think you can hide from me, for if you break your word, I will come and get you!" added the Beast grimly.

The merchant accepted this proposal, though he didn't really think any of his daughters could be persuaded to come. He promised to return at the appointed time. Then, eager to escape from the Beast's presence, he asked permission to leave at once. But the Beast said he could not go until the next day.

"Then you will find a horse ready for you," he said. "Now go and eat your supper, and wait for my orders."

The poor merchant, more dead than alive, went back to his room. The most delicious supper was already served on the little table in front of a blazing fire. But he was too terrified to eat and only tasted a few dishes, afraid the Beast would be angry if he didn't obey.

When he finished, he heard a great noise in the next room, which meant the Beast was coming. Since he couldn't escape, the only thing to do was to seem as brave as possible. So when the Beast appeared and asked roughly if he had eaten well, the merchant answered humbly that he had, thanks to his host's kindness.

Then the Beast warned him to remember their agreement and to prepare his daughter for what to expect.

"Don't get up tomorrow," he added, "until you see the sun and hear a golden bell ring. Then you will find your breakfast waiting here, and the horse you are to ride will be ready in the courtyard. He will also bring you back when you come with your daughter a month from now. Farewell. Take a rose to Beauty, and remember your promise!"

The merchant was only too glad when the Beast went away. Though he could not sleep for sadness, he lay down until the sun rose. Then, after a hasty breakfast, he went to gather Beauty's rose and mounted his horse, which carried him off so swiftly that in an instant he had lost sight of the palace. He was still deep in gloomy thoughts when the horse stopped at the door of the cottage.

His sons and daughters, who had been very worried by his long absence, rushed to meet him, eager to hear the news. Seeing him on a splendid horse and wrapped in a rich cloak, they thought the journey had gone well.

He hid the truth at first, only saying sadly to Beauty as he gave her the rose:

"Here is what you asked me to bring you. You little know what it has cost."

But this made them so curious that soon he told them his whole adventure from start to finish. Then they were all very unhappy. The girls cried loudly about their lost hopes, and the boys said their father should not go back to this terrible castle and began to plan how to kill the Beast if it came to get him.

But their father reminded them that he had promised to return. Then the girls were very angry with Beauty and said it was all her fault. If she had asked for something sensible, this would never have happened. They complained bitterly that they had to suffer for her foolishness.

Poor Beauty, very distressed, said to them:

"I have indeed caused this trouble, but I assure you I did it innocently. Who could have guessed that asking for a rose in the middle of summer would cause so much misery? But since I did the harm, it is only fair that I should suffer for it. So I will go back with my father to keep his promise."

At first no one would hear of it. Her father and brothers, who loved her dearly, said nothing would make them let her go. But Beauty was determined. As the time drew near, she divided her few belongings among her sisters and said goodbye to everything she loved.

When the fateful day came, she encouraged and cheered her father as they mounted the horse that had brought him back. The horse seemed to fly rather than gallop, but so smoothly that Beauty was not frightened.

Indeed, she would have enjoyed the ride if she hadn't been worried about what would happen at the end. Her father still tried to persuade her to go back, but in vain. As they talked, night fell.

Then, to their great surprise, wonderful colored lights began to shine all around, and splendid fireworks blazed before them. The whole forest was lit up and even felt pleasantly warm, though it had been bitterly cold before. This lasted until they reached the avenue of orange trees, where statues held flaming torches.

When they got closer to the palace, they saw it was lit from roof to ground, and music played softly from the courtyard. "The Beast must be very hungry," said Beauty, trying to laugh, "if he makes such a celebration over the arrival of his prey."

But despite her worry, she couldn't help admiring all the wonderful things she saw.

The horse stopped at the foot of the steps leading to the terrace. When they dismounted, her father led her to the little room he had been in before. There they found a splendid fire burning and the table nicely set with a delicious supper.

The merchant knew it was meant for them, and Beauty, who was a little less frightened now that she had passed through so many rooms without seeing the Beast, was happy to eat, for the long ride had made her very hungry. But they had hardly finished when they heard the Beast's footsteps approaching. Beauty clung to her father in terror, which grew even greater when she saw how frightened he was. But when the Beast really appeared, though she trembled at the sight of him, she made a great effort to hide her fear and greeted him politely.

This clearly pleased the Beast. After looking at her, he said in a tone that might have terrified the bravest heart, though he didn't seem angry:

"Good evening, old man. Good evening, Beauty."

The merchant was too terrified to reply, but Beauty answered sweetly, "Good evening, Beast."

"Have you come willingly?" asked the Beast. "Will you be happy to stay here when your father leaves?"

Beauty answered bravely that she was quite ready to stay.

"I am pleased with you," said the Beast. "Since you have come of your own free will, you may stay. As for you, old man," he added, turning to the merchant, "at sunrise tomorrow you will leave. When the bell rings, get up quickly and eat your breakfast, and you will find the same horse waiting to take you home. But remember, you must never expect to see my palace again."

Then turning to Beauty, he said:

"Take your father into the next room, and help him choose everything you think your brothers and sisters would like to have. You will find two traveling trunks there. Fill them as full as you can. It is only fair that you should send them something precious as a souvenir of yourself."

Then he went away, saying, "Goodbye, Beauty; goodbye, old man." Though Beauty was very sad about her father's departure, she was afraid to disobey the Beast's orders. They went into the next room, which had shelves and cupboards all around. They were very surprised by the riches it held.

There were splendid dresses fit for a queen, with all the ornaments to go with them. When Beauty opened the cupboards, she was dazzled by the gorgeous jewels piled on every shelf. After choosing a huge amount, which she divided among her sisters—she made piles of wonderful dresses for each—she opened the last chest, which was full of gold.

"I think, father," she said, "since the gold will be more useful to you, we'd better take out the other things and fill the trunks with gold." So they did that. But the more they put in, the more room there seemed to be. At last they put back all the jewels and dresses they had taken out, and Beauty even added more jewels as she could carry at once. And still the trunks were not too full, but they were so heavy that an elephant couldn't have carried them!

"The Beast was mocking us!" cried the merchant. "He must have pretended to give us all these things, knowing I couldn't carry them away."

"Let's wait and see," answered Beauty. "I can't believe he meant to trick us. All we can do is fasten them up and leave them ready."

So they did that and returned to the little room, where, to their surprise, breakfast was ready. The merchant ate with a good appetite, because the Beast's generosity made him think he might come back soon to see Beauty.

But she felt sure her father was leaving forever, so she was very sad when the bell rang sharply a second time, warning them that it was time to part. They went down to the courtyard, where two horses were waiting: one loaded with the two trunks, and the other for him to ride.

They were pawing the ground, eager to leave. The merchant had to say a hasty goodbye to Beauty, and as soon as he was mounted, he went off so fast that she lost sight of him in an instant. Then Beauty began to cry and wandered sadly back to her own room.

She soon felt very sleepy, and since she had nothing better to do, she lay down and fell asleep instantly. Then she dreamed that she was walking by a brook bordered with trees, lamenting her sad fate, when a young prince, handsomer than anyone she had ever seen, with a voice that went straight to her heart, came and said to her: "Ah, Beauty!

You are not as unfortunate as you think. Here you will be rewarded for all you have suffered elsewhere. Every wish will be granted. Just try to find me, no matter how I may be disguised, for I love you dearly, and in making me happy you will find your own happiness.

Be as true-hearted as you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing left to wish for."

"What can I do, Prince, to make you happy?" said Beauty.

"Only be grateful," he answered, "and don't trust too much to your eyes. And above all, do not abandon me until you have saved me from my cruel misery."

After this, she thought she was in a room with a stately and beautiful lady, who said to her:

"Dear Beauty, try not to regret what you have left behind, for you are destined for a better fate. Just don't let yourself be deceived by appearances."

Beauty found her dreams so interesting that she was in no hurry to wake up. But soon the clock roused her by calling her name softly twelve times. Then she got up and found her dressing table set with everything she could want. When she finished getting ready, she found dinner waiting in the next room. But dinner doesn't take long when you're alone, and soon she sat down cozily on the corner of a sofa and began to think about the charming Prince she had seen in her dream.

"He said I could make him happy," Beauty said to herself. "It seems, then, that this horrible Beast keeps him prisoner. How can I set him free? I wonder why they both told me not to trust appearances. I don't understand it. But after all, it was only a dream, so why should I worry about it? I'd better go find something to do to amuse myself."

So she got up and began to explore some of the many rooms of the palace.

The first room she entered was lined with mirrors. Beauty saw herself reflected everywhere and thought she had never seen such a charming room. Then a bracelet hanging from a chandelier caught her eye. When she took it down, she was very surprised to find that it held a portrait of her unknown admirer, just as she had seen him in her dream.

With great delight, she slipped the bracelet on her arm and went on to a picture gallery, where she soon found a portrait of the same handsome Prince, life-sized and so well painted that as she studied it, he seemed to smile kindly at her.

Tearing herself away from the portrait at last, she passed through to a room that held every musical instrument under the sun. She amused herself for a long time trying some of them and singing until she was tired.

The next room was a library, and she saw everything she had ever wanted to read, as well as everything she had read. It seemed to her that a whole lifetime wouldn't be enough to even read the names of the books, there were so many.

By this time it was getting dark, and wax candles in diamond and ruby candlesticks began to light themselves in every room.

Beauty found her supper served exactly when she wanted it, but she didn't see anyone or hear a sound. Though her father had warned her that she would be alone, she began to find it rather boring.

But soon she heard the Beast coming and wondered tremblingly if he meant to eat her up now.

However, he didn't seem fierce at all and only said gruffly, "Good evening, Beauty." She answered cheerfully and managed to hide her fear. Then the Beast asked her how she had been amusing herself, and she told him about all the rooms she had seen.

Then he asked if she thought she could be happy in his palace. Beauty answered that everything was so beautiful that she would be very hard to please if she couldn't be happy. After about an hour of talk, Beauty began to think the Beast wasn't nearly as terrible as she had thought at first. Then he got up to leave and said in his gruff voice:

"Do you love me, Beauty? Will you marry me?" visual id: 01-beauty-and-the-beast-late-13 kind: illustration status: skipped caption: Eventyrscene fra 92 % av fortellingen prompt: | Boka er Beauty And The Beast. Behold de tilbakevendende personene med samme alder, ansikt, hår, klær og rolle som i tidligere bilder; ikke finn på en konge, dronning eller andre erstatningsfigurer. Tidligere karakterreferanse: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: "The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered..

BOK. Lag en barnebokillustrasjon som passer nøyaktig til denne lokale scenen i eventyret: She rushed down it, and sure enough, there was the cave, and in it lay the Beast—asleep, Beauty thought. Quite glad to have found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but to her horror, he did not move or open his. Vis bare personer, handling, miljø og stemning som hører til dette tekststedet.

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: Eventyrscene fra 92 % av fortellingen - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Boka er Beauty And The Beast. Behold de tilbakevendende personene med samme alder, ansikt, hår, klær og rolle som i tidligere bilder; ikke finn på en konge, dronning eller andre erstatningsfigurer. Tidligere karakterreferanse: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekk Hovedfiguren skal være lett å kjenne igjen, ha en tydelig synlig handling og ikke forsvinne i bakgrunnen eller erstattes av en generisk figur.

ORDRETT SCENEKONTEKST FRA BOKA: She rushed down it, and sure enough, there was the cave, and in it lay the Beast—asleep, Beauty thought. Quite glad to have found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but to her horror, he did not move or open his eyes.

KONTEKSTKRAV: Bildet skal vise akkurat handlingen, personene, rekvisittene og miljøet i utdraget over. Ikke hent hendelser fra andre deler av boka og ikke fyll inn manglende handling fra generell kjennskap til eventyret.

KARAKTERKONTINUITET: Behold samme alder, ansikt, kropp, pelsfarge og pelsmønster, hår, klær og faste rekvisitter som i tidligere bilder. En navngitt figur som har fått en karakteristisk gjenstand, skal beholde den senere i fortellingen med mindre bokteksten uttrykkelig sier noe annet. Visuell referanse fra bokas første bildeprompt: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: "The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered..

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: The merchant gives Beauty a rose. - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagel

EVENTYRBILDE-SIKKERHET FOR LESERE UNDER 15 ÅR: Ingen synlig blod, blodsprut, åpne sår, avkuttede kroppsdeler eller lik. Ikke vis død på en virkelighetsnær, grafisk eller skremmende måte. Hvis handlingen omtaler død eller alvorlig vold, vis den indirekte og symbolsk gjennom miljø, skygger, tomme rom eller gjenstander; personene i bildet skal ikke fremstilles døde eller synlig skadet. Alle barn og barnlige mytologiske figurer skal være fullt påkledd i ugjennomsiktige, alderspassende klær eller trygt innsvøpt i et ugjennomsiktig teppe. Vis dem i en tydelig barnetrygg, ikke-intim situasjon. :::

ORDRETT SCENEKONTEKST FRA BOKA: She rushed down it, and sure enough, there was the cave, and in it lay the Beast—asleep, Beauty thought. Quite glad to have found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but to her horror, he did not move or open his eyes.

"Oh! He is dead; and it is all my fault," said Beauty, crying bitterly.

KONTEKSTKRAV: Bildet skal vise akkurat handlingen, personene, rekvisittene og miljøet i utdraget over. Ikke hent hendelser fra andre deler av boka og ikke fyll inn manglende handling fra generell kjennskap til eventyret.

KARAKTERKONTINUITET: Behold samme alder, ansikt, kropp, pelsfarge og pelsmønster, hår, klær og faste rekvisitter som i tidligere bilder. En navngitt figur som har fått en karakteristisk gjenstand, skal beholde den senere i fortellingen med mindre bokteksten uttrykkelig sier noe annet. Visuell referanse fra bokas første bildeprompt: Illustrer oppdagelsen av en fryktelig hemmelighet indirekte: en forskrekket person ved døren til et mørkt, forbudt rom, en nøkkel som har falt på gulvet, lange skygger og tildekkede portretter. Ikke vis mennesker inne i rommet, kropper, blod, sår eller selve døden. La fare og sorg bare antydes gjennom lys, miljø og kroppsspråk. Tekststed: "The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered..

BOK- OG SCENEIDENTITET: - Korrekt eventyrtittel: Beauty And The Beast - Det som skjer i bildet: The merchant gives Beauty a rose. - Figuren som skal være tydeligst: Illustrer oppdagel

EVENTYRBILDE-SIKKERHET FOR LESERE UNDER 15 ÅR: Ingen synlig blod, blodsprut, åpne sår, avkuttede kroppsdeler eller lik. Ikke vis død på en virkelighetsnær, grafisk eller skremmende måte. Hvis handlingen omtaler død eller alvorlig vold, vis den indirekte og symbolsk gjennom miljø, skygger, tomme rom eller gjenstander; personene i bildet skal ikke fremstilles døde eller synlig skadet. Alle barn og barnlige mytologiske figurer skal være fullt påkledd i ugjennomsiktige, alderspassende klær eller trygt innsvøpt i et ugjennomsiktig teppe. Vis dem i en tydelig barnetrygg, ikke-intim situasjon. :::

"Oh! What shall I say?" cried Beauty, afraid to make the Beast angry by refusing.

"Say 'yes' or 'no' without fear," he replied.

"Oh! No, Beast," said Beauty hastily.

"Since you will not, good night, Beauty," he said.

And she answered, "Good night, Beast," very glad that her refusal hadn't upset him. After he left, she soon went to bed and fell asleep, dreaming of her unknown Prince. She thought he came and said to her:

"Ah, Beauty! Why are you so unkind to me? I fear I am doomed to be unhappy for many a long day yet."

Then her dreams changed, but the charming Prince appeared in all of them. When morning came, her first thought was to look at the portrait to see if it really looked like him, and she found that it certainly did.

That morning she decided to amuse herself in the garden. The sun was shining, and all the fountains were playing. But she was surprised to find that every place was familiar. Soon she came to the brook where the myrtle trees grew, where she had first met the Prince in her dream.

That made her think even more that he must be kept prisoner by the Beast. When she got tired, she went back to the palace and found a new room full of materials for every kind of craft—ribbons to make into bows and silks to make into flowers.

There was also an aviary full of rare birds, so tame that they flew to Beauty as soon as they saw her and perched on her shoulders and head.

"Pretty little creatures," she said, "how I wish your cage was nearer my room so I could often hear you sing!"

As she said this, she opened a door and found, to her delight, that it led into her own room, though she thought it was on the other side of the palace.

There were more birds in a room farther on—parrots and cockatoos that could talk. They greeted Beauty by name. She found them so entertaining that she took one or two back to her room, and they talked to her while she had supper.

After that, the Beast paid her his usual visit and asked the same questions as before. Then with a gruff "good night," he left, and Beauty went to bed to dream of her mysterious Prince. The days passed quickly with different amusements.

After a while, Beauty found another strange thing in the palace that often pleased her when she was tired of being alone. There was a room she hadn't noticed much; it was empty except that under each window stood a very comfortable chair.

The first time she looked out the window, it seemed a black curtain prevented her from seeing anything outside. But the second time she went into the room, feeling tired, she sat down in one of the chairs. Instantly, the curtain rolled aside, and a very amusing pantomime was acted before her.

There were dances, colored lights, music, and pretty dresses. It was all so cheerful that Beauty was thrilled. After that, she tried the other seven windows in turn, and each one showed some new and surprising entertainment. So Beauty never felt lonely anymore.

Every evening after supper, the Beast came to see her, and always before saying good night, he asked in his terrible voice:

"Beauty, will you marry me?"

And it seemed to Beauty, now that she understood him better, that when she said "No, Beast," he went away quite sad. But her happy dreams of the handsome young Prince soon made her forget the poor Beast. The only thing that bothered her was being constantly told to distrust appearances, to let her heart guide her, not her eyes, and many other puzzling things that, try as she might, she could not understand.

So things went on for a long time, until at last, happy as she was, Beauty began to long to see her father and her brothers and sisters. One night, seeing her look sad, the Beast asked what was wrong. Beauty had stopped being afraid of him. Now she knew he was really gentle despite his fierce looks and dreadful voice. So she answered that she was longing to see her home again. Hearing this, the Beast seemed sadly distressed and cried miserably.

"Ah! Beauty, do you have the heart to leave an unhappy Beast like this? What more do you want to make you happy? Is it because you hate me that you want to escape?"

"No, dear Beast," answered Beauty softly. "I don't hate you, and I would be very sorry never to see you again. But I long to see my father. Just let me go for two months, and I promise to come back to you and stay for the rest of my life."

The Beast, who had been sighing sadly while she spoke, now replied:

"I cannot refuse you anything you ask, even if it costs me my life. Take the four boxes you will find in the room next to yours, and fill them with everything you wish to take with you.

But remember your promise and come back when the two months are over, or you may be sorry, for if you don't come in time, you will find your faithful Beast dead. You will not need a chariot to bring you back.

Just say goodbye to all your brothers and sisters the night before you leave, and when you go to bed, turn this ring around on your finger and say firmly: 'I wish to go back to my palace and see my Beast again.' Good night, Beauty.

Fear nothing, sleep peacefully, and soon you will see your father again."

As soon as Beauty was alone, she hurried to fill the boxes with all the rare and precious things she saw. Only when she was tired of piling things in did they seem full.

Then she went to bed, but could hardly sleep for joy. When at last she began to dream of her beloved Prince, she was sad to see him lying on a grassy bank, sad and tired, hardly like himself.

"What's the matter?" she cried.

He looked at her reproachfully and said: "How can you ask me, cruel one? Are you not leaving me to my death perhaps?"

"Ah! Don't be so sad," cried Beauty. "I am only going to assure my father that I am safe and happy. I have faithfully promised the Beast that I will come back, and he would die of grief if I didn't keep my word!"

"What would that matter to you?" said the Prince. "Surely you wouldn't care?"

"Indeed, I would be ungrateful if I didn't care for such a kind Beast," cried Beauty indignantly. "I would die to save him from pain. I assure you, it's not his fault that he is so ugly."

Just then a strange sound woke her. Someone was speaking not far away. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a room she had never seen before, which was certainly not as splendid as those in the Beast's palace. Where could she be?

She got up and dressed quickly, then saw that the boxes she had packed the night before were all in the room. While she was wondering by what magic the Beast had brought them and her to this strange place, she suddenly heard her father's voice.

She rushed out and greeted him joyfully. Her brothers and sisters were all amazed to see her, for they had never expected to see her again. They asked her endless questions. She also had much to hear about what had happened while she was away and about her father's journey home.

But when they heard that she had only come for a short time and then must go back to the Beast's palace forever, they cried loudly. Then Beauty asked her father what he thought her strange dreams could mean and why the Prince kept begging her not to trust appearances.

After thinking it over, he answered:

"You tell me yourself that the Beast, frightful as he is, loves you dearly and deserves your love and gratitude for his gentleness and kindness. I think the Prince must mean you to understand that you ought to reward him by doing as he wishes, despite his ugliness."

Beauty couldn't help seeing that this seemed very likely. Still, when she thought of her dear Prince, who was so handsome, she didn't feel at all like marrying the Beast. At any rate, for two months she didn't have to decide. She could enjoy herself with her sisters. But though they were rich now and lived in town again and had plenty of friends, Beauty found that nothing amused her much. She often thought of the palace, where she had been so happy, especially since at home she never once dreamed of her dear Prince, and she felt quite sad without him.

Then her sisters seemed to have gotten used to being without her and even found her rather in the way. So she would not have been sorry when the two months were over, except for her father and brothers, who begged her to stay and seemed so sad at the thought of her leaving that she didn't have the courage to say goodbye.

Every day when she got up, she meant to say it at night, and when night came, she put it off again. Until at last she had a sad dream that helped her decide. She dreamed she was wandering on a lonely path in the palace gardens when she heard groans that seemed to come from some bushes hiding the entrance of a cave.

Running quickly to see what was the matter, she found the Beast lying on his side, as if dying. He reproached her faintly for being the cause of his suffering. At the same moment, a stately lady appeared and said very seriously:

"Ah, Beauty! You are just in time to save his life. See what happens when people don't keep their promises! If you had delayed one more day, you would have found him dead."

Beauty was so terrified by this dream that the next morning she announced she would go back at once. That very night she said goodbye to her father and all her brothers and sisters. As soon as she was in bed, she turned her ring around on her finger and said firmly, "I wish to go back to my palace and see my Beast again," as she had been told.

Then she fell asleep instantly and only woke up to hear the clock saying "Beauty, Beauty" twelve times in its musical voice, which told her at once that she was back in the palace. Everything was just as before, and her birds were so glad to see her! But Beauty thought she had never known such a long day, for she was so anxious to see the Beast again that she felt as if suppertime would never come.

But when it did come and no Beast appeared, she was really frightened. So after listening and waiting for a long time, she ran down into the garden to search for him. Up and down the paths and avenues ran poor Beauty, calling him in vain.

No one answered, and not a trace of him could she find. Until at last, quite tired, she stopped for a minute's rest and saw that she was standing opposite the shady path she had seen in her dream.

She rushed down it, and sure enough, there was the cave, and in it lay the Beast—asleep, Beauty thought. Quite glad to have found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but to her horror, he did not move or open his eyes.

"Oh! He is dead; and it is all my fault," said Beauty, crying bitterly.

But then, looking at him again, she thought he still breathed. Hastily fetching some water from the nearest fountain, she sprinkled it over his face, and to her great delight, he began to revive.

"Oh! Beast, how you frightened me!" she cried. "I never knew how much I loved you until just now, when I feared I was too late to save your life."

"Can you really love such an ugly creature as I am?" said the Beast faintly. "Ah! Beauty, you only came just in time. I was dying because I thought you had forgotten your promise. But go back now and rest. I will see you again by and by."

Beauty, who had half-expected he would be angry with her, was reassured by his gentle voice and went back to the palace, where supper was waiting for her. Afterward, the Beast came in as usual and talked about the time she had spent with her father, asking if she had enjoyed herself and if they had all been glad to see her.

Beauty answered politely and quite enjoyed telling him all that had happened. And when at last the time came for him to go and he asked, as he had so often before, "Beauty, will you marry me?"

She answered softly, "Yes, dear Beast."

As she spoke, a blaze of light sprang up before the windows of the palace. Fireworks crackled and guns banged, and across the avenue of orange trees, in letters all made of fireflies, was written: "Long live the Prince and his Bride."

Turning to ask the Beast what it could all mean, Beauty found that he had disappeared, and in his place stood her long-loved Prince! At the same moment, the wheels of a chariot were heard on the terrace, and two ladies entered the room. One of them Beauty recognized as the stately lady she had seen in her dreams. The other was also so grand and queenly that Beauty hardly knew which to greet first.

But the one she already knew said to her companion:

"Well, Queen, this is Beauty, who has had the courage to rescue your son from the terrible enchantment. They love each other, and only your consent to their marriage is needed to make them perfectly happy."

"I consent with all my heart," cried the Queen. "How can I ever thank you enough, charming girl, for having restored my dear son to his true form?"

And then she tenderly embraced Beauty and the Prince, who had meanwhile been greeting the Fairy and receiving her congratulations.

"Now," said the Fairy to Beauty, "I suppose you would like me to send for all your brothers and sisters to dance at your wedding?"

And so she did. The marriage was celebrated the very next day with the greatest splendor, and Beauty and the Prince lived happily ever after.