![]() ![]() Now, as he stopped to pick a rose to take home to Beauty, he was startled by a strange noise behind him. The five eldest wished for jewels and fine clothes, but Beauty asked only for a single rose. Before setting out on his journey, he had asked his daughters what presents they would like him to bring back for them. Then he remembered a promise he had made to his youngest daughter, who was so lovely that everyone knew her as Beauty. ![]() The path had a hedge of roses on each side of it, and the merchant thought he had never seen or smelled such beautiful flowers. Then he went down into the garden, and though it was winter everywhere else, here the sun shone, and the birds sang, and the flowers bloomed, and the air was soft and sweet. He began to eat, hoping that he might soon have an chance to thank his kind host, whoever it might be - but no one appeared. He was still alone, but a good dinner had been laid on a little table. He lay down on a couch and very soon fell into a sweet sleep. At last, he stopped in a small room where a fire was burning. Everywhere in the castle there was a deep silence. Inside he passed through several splendid rooms. At the beginning it was rough and slippery, but soon it led him into an avenue of orange trees covered with flowers and fruit – but here there was no snow.
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