Sun, Moon, and Talia
It is a well-known fact that the cruel man is generally his own hangman; and he who throws stones at Heaven frequently comes off with a broken head. But the reverse of the medal shows us that innocence is a shield of fig-tree wood, upon which the sword of malice is broken, or blunts its point; so that, when a poor man fancies himself already dead and buried, he revives again in bone and flesh, as you shall hear in the story which I am going to draw from the cask of memory with the tap of my tongue.
THERE was once a great Lord, who, having a daughter born to him named Talia, commanded the seers and wise men of his kingdom to come and tell him her fortune; and after various counsellings they came to the conclusion, that a great peril awaited her from a piece of stalk in some flax. Thereupon he issued a command, prohibiting any flax or hemp, or such-like thing, to be brought into his house, hoping thus to avoid the danger.
When Talia was grown up, and was standing one day at the window, she saw an old woman pass by who was spinning. She had never seen a distaff or a spindle, and being vastly pleased with the twisting and twirling of the thread, her curiosity was so great that she made the old woman come upstairs. Then, taking the distaff in her hand, Talia began to draw out the thread, when, by mischance, a piece of stalk in the flax getting under her finger-nail, she fell dead upon the ground; at which sight the old woman hobbled downstairs as quickly as she could.
When the unhappy father heard of the disaster that had befallen Talia, after weeping bitterly, he placed her in that palace in the country, upon a velvet seat under a canopy of brocade; and fastening the doors, he quitted for ever the place which had been the cause of such misfortune to him, in order to drive all remembrance of it from his mind.
Now, a certain King happened to go one
day to the chase, and a falcon escaping from him flew in at the window
of that palace. When the King found that the bird did not return at
his call, he ordered his attendants to knock at the door, thinking that
the palace was inhabited; and after knocking for some time, the King
ordered them to fetch a vine-dresser's ladder, wishing himself to scale
the house and see what was inside. Then he mounted the ladder, and going
through the whole palace, he stood aghast at not finding there any living
person. At last he came to the room where Talia was lying, as if enchanted;
and when the King saw her, he
Meanwhile, two little twins, one a boy and the other a girl, who looked like two little jewels, wandered, from I know not where, into the palace and found Talia in a trance. At first they were afraid because they tried in vain to awaken her; but, becoming bolder, the girl gently took Talia's finger into her mouth, to bite it and wake her up by this means; and so it happened that the splinter of flax came out. Thereupon she seemed to awake as from a deep sleep; and when she saw those little jewels at her side, she took them to her heart, and loved them more than her life; but she wondered greatly at seeing herself quite alone in the palace with two children, and food and refreshment brought her by unseen hands.
After a time the King, calling Talia to mind, took occasion one day when he went to the chase to go and see her; and when he found her awakened, and with two beautiful little creatures by her side, he was struck dumb with rapture. Then the King told Talia who he was, and they formed a great league and friendship, and he remained there for several days, promising, as he took leave, to return and fetch her.
When the King went back to his own kingdom he was for ever repeating the names of Talia and the little ones, insomuch that, when he was eating he had Talia in his mouth, and Sun and Moon (for so he named the children); nay, even when he went to rest he did not leave off calling on them, first one and then the other.
Now the King's stepmother had grown suspicious at his long absence at the chase, and when she heard him calling thus on Talia, Sun, and Moon, she waxed wroth, and said to the King's secretary, "Hark ye, friend, you stand in great danger, between the axe and the block; tell me who it is that my stepson is enamoured of, and I will make you rich; but if you conceal the truth from me, I'll make you rue it."
The man, moved on the one side by fear, and on the other pricked by interest, which is a bandage to the eyes of honour, the blind of justice, and an old horse-shoe to trip up good faith, told the Queen the whole truth. Whereupon she sent the secretary in the King's name to Talia, saying that he wished to see the children. Then Talia sent them with great joy, but the Queen commanded the cook to kill them, and serve them up in various ways for her wretched stepson to eat.
Now the cook, who had a tender heart, seeing
the two pretty little golden pippins, took compassion on them, and gave
them to his wife, bidding her keep them concealed; then he killed and
dressed two little kids in a hundred different ways. When the King came,
the Queen quickly ordered the dishes served up; and the King fell to
eating with great delight, exclaiming, "How good this is! Oh, how
excellent, by the soul of my grandfather!" And the old Queen all
the while kept saying, "Eat away, for you know what you eat."
At first the King paid no attention to what she said; but at last, hearing
the music continue, he replied, "Ay, I know well enough what I
eat, for YOU brought nothing to the house." And at last,
Meanwhile the Queen, not satisfied with what she had done, called the secretary again, and sent him to fetch Talia, pretending that the King wished to see her. At this summons Talia went that very instant, longing to see the light of her eyes, and not knowing that only the smoke awaited her. But when she came before the Queen, the latter said to her, with the face of a Nero, and full of poison as a viper, "Welcome, Madam Sly-cheat! Are you indeed the pretty mischief-maker? Are you the weed that has caught my son's eye and given me all this trouble."
When Talia heard this she began to excuse
herself; but the Queen would not listen to a word; and having a large
fire lighted in the courtyard, she commanded that Talia should be thrown
into the flames. Poor Talia, seeing matters come to a bad pass, fell
on her knees before the Queen, and besought her at least to grant her
time to take the clothes from off her back. Whereupon the Queen, not
so much out of pity for the unhappy girl, as to get possession of her
dress, which was embroidered all over with gold and pearls, said to
her, "Undress yourself--I allow you." Then Talia began to
undress, and as she took off each garment she uttered an exclamation
of grief; and when she had stripped off her cloak, her gown, and her
jacket, and was proceeding to take off her petticoat, they seized her
and were dragging her away. At that moment the King came up, and seeing
the spectacle he demanded to know the whole truth;
He then ordered her to be thrown into the
same fire which had been lighted for Talia, and the secretary with her,
who was the handle of this cruel game and the weaver of this wicked
web. Then he was going to do the same with the cook, thinking that he
had killed the children; but the cook threw himself at the King's feet
and said, "Truly, sir King, I would desire no other sinecure in
return for the service I have done you than to be thrown into a furnace
full of live coals; I would ask no other gratuity than the thrust of
a spike; I would wish for no other amusement than to be roasted in the
fire; I would desire no other privilege than to have
When the King heard these words he was quite beside himself; he appeared to dream, and could not believe what his ears had heard. Then he said to the cook, "If it is true that you have saved the children, be assured I will take you from turning the spit, and reward you so that you shall call yourself the happiest man in the world."
As the King was speaking these words, the wife of the cook, seeing the dilemma her husband was in, brought Sun and Moon before the King, who, playing at the game of three with Talia and the other children, went round and round kissing first one and then another. Then giving the cook a large reward, he made him his chamberlain; and he took Talia to wife, who enjoyed a long life with her husband and the children, acknowledging that--
"He who has luck may go to bed,
The next story in Il Pentamerone is Nennillo and Nennella.
These tales came from:
Basile, Giambattista. Stories from the Pentamerone. E. F. Strange, editor. Warwick Goble, illustrator. London: Macmillan & Co., 1911. The text of this book is based on John Edward Taylor's translation from 1847.