Come here , my darling ! I will teach you to make war on my friends ! Things wo n't turn out exactly as you fancied . What you have got to do now is to go on your knees to the king and crave his pardon , and before he consents to a peace you will have to implore him to grant you the favour of becoming his wife . Meanwhile you will have to be my servant . ' From that day the poor princess was put to the hardest and dirtiest work , and each morning something more disagreeable seemed to await her . Besides which , she had no food but a little black bread , and no bed but a little straw . Out of pure spite she was sent in the heat of the day to look after the geese , and would most likely have got a sunstroke if she had not happened to pick up in the fields a large fan , with which she sheltered her face . To be sure , a fan seems rather an odd possession for a goose girl , but the princess did not think of that , and she forgot all her troubles when , on opening the fan to use it as a parasol , out tumbled a letter from her lover . Then she felt sure that the fairy had not forgotten her , and took heart . When Grimace saw that Minon-Minette still managed to look as white as snow , instead of being burnt as brown as a berry , she wondered what could have happened , and began to watch her closely . The following day , when the sun was at its highest and hottest , she noticed her draw a fan from the folds of her dress and hold it before her eyes . The fairy , in a rage , tried to snatch it from her , but the princess would not let it go . ` Give me that fan at once ! ' cried Grimace . ` Never while I live ! ' answered the princess , and , not knowing where it would be safest , placed it under her feet . In an instant she felt herself rising from the ground , with the fan always beneath her , and while Grimace was too much blinded by her fury to notice what was going on the princess was quickly soaring out of her reach . All this time Souci had been wandering through the world with his precious thread carefully fastened round him , seeking every possible and impossible place where his beloved princess might chance to be . But though he sometimes found traces of her , or even messages scratched on a rock , or cut in the bark of a tree , she herself was nowhere to be found .
` If she is not on the earth , ' said XXXXX to himself , ` perhaps she is hiding somewhere in the air .
Grimace Minon-Minette Souci consents day morning pardon snow sunstroke war