BLUE BEARD
And so the ten minutes ran out, and Fatima wrung her hands and groaned.
Meanwhile Blue Beard, having sharpened his sword, was trying its edge on the greensward of the terrace below. Fully satisfied with it, he strode into the house, and, standing at the foot of the stairs, shouted, 'Madam, your time is up. Come down at once!'
'One moment,—just one moment,' she replied, then called softly to her sister: 'Anne, sister Anne, do you see any one coming?'
'Nay, naught but dust a-blowing, naught but the green grass growing.'
'Madam,' roared Blue Beard, 'if you do not come down quickly, I will come up and drag you down.'
'I am coming,' she replied; and again she called softly to Anne: 'Sister Anne, do you see any one coming?'
'Sister, I see a great cloud of dust.'
'Raised by galloping horses?'
'Alas! Nay, it is but a flock of sheep.'
'Will you come down?' bellowed Blue Beard, 'or by——'
'I am coming in another moment.' Then to Anne: 'Sister Anne, can you see anybody coming?'
'Yonder I see—God be praised—I see two knights in armour, riding fast. … Yes, they are my brothers. … I am waving my kerchief to them. … They see me. … They spur and hasten. … Sister, they will soon be here.'
Then Blue Beard stamped his foot and roared out so terribly that he made the whole house tremble. At this his poor wife, wholly fascinated by terror, crept down to her doom. Her face was stained with tears, her long hair was dishevelled; she flung herself at his feet and besought him to take pity on her.
'Pity!' he thundered; 'I have no pity. You must die!' He seized her by the hair and twisted her head back to expose her beautiful throat; then, flourishing his sword, he went on: 'This is my last word on the abominable crime of curiosity as practised by
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