Once upon a time... in the fair land of France, there lived a very powerful
lord, the owner of estates, farms and a great splendid castle, and his name was
Bluebeard. This wasn't his real name, it was a nickname, due to the fact he had
a long shaggy black beard with glints of blue in it. He was very handsome and
charming, but, if the truth be told, there was something about him that made
you feel respect, and a little uneasy...
Bluebeard often went away to war, and when he did, he left his wife in
charge of the castle... He had had lots of wives, all young, pretty and noble.
As bad luck would have it, one after the other, they had all died, and so the
noble lord was forever getting married again.
"Sire," someone would ask now and again, "what did your wives die of?"
"Hah, my friend," Bluebeard would reply, "one died of smallpox, one of a
hidden sickness, another of a high fever, another of a terrible infection...
Ah, I'm very unlucky, and they're unlucky too! They're all buried in the castle
chapel," he added. Nobody found anything strange about that. Nor did the sweet
and beautiful young girl that Bluebeard took as a wife think it strange either.
She went to the castle accompanied by her sister Anna, who said:
"Oh, aren't you lucky marrying a lord like Bluebeard?"
"He really is very nice... and when you're , his beard doesn't look as
blue as folk say!" said the bride, and the two sisters giggled delightedly.
Poor souls! They had no idea what lay in store for them!...
A month or so later, Bluebeard had the carriage brought round and said to
his wife, "Darling, I must leave you for a few weeks. But keep cheerful during
that time, invite whoever you like and look after the castle. Here," he added,
handing his bride a bunch of keys, "you'll need these, the keys of the safe,
the armoury and the keys, and this one, which opens all the room doors.
Now, this little key here," and he pointed to a key that was much smaller than
the others, "opens the little room at the end of the great ground floor
corridor. Take your friends were you want, open any door you like, but not this
one! Is that quite clear?" repeated Bluebeard. "Not this one! Nobody at all is
allowed to enter that little room. And if you ever did go into it, I would go
into such a terrible rage that it's better that you don't!"
"Don't worry, husband," said Bluebeard's wife as she took the keys, "I'll do
as you say." After giving her a hug, Bluebeard got into his carriage, whipped
up the horses and off he went.
The days went by. The young girl invited her friends to the castle and
showed them round all the rooms except the one at the end of the corridor.
"Why shouldn't I see inside the little room? Why? Why is it forbidden?"
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Brother Grimm's Tales
Short StoryThink you know your fairy tales? Are you sure? These are the original! Read them! See if any are different to the ones you know!