The Flea by Giambattista Basile
Resolutions taken without thought bring disasters without remedy. He
who behaves like a fool repents like a wise man; as happened to the
King of High-Hill, who through unexampled folly committed an act of
madness putting in jeopardy both his daughter and his honour.
Once upon a time the King of High-Hill being bitten by a flea caught
him by a wonderful feat of dexterity; and seeing how handsome and
stately he was he had not the conscience to sentence him to death. So
he put him into a bottle, and feeding him every day himself the little
animal grew at such a rate that at the end of seven months it was
necessary to shift his quarters, for he was grown bigger than a sheep.
The King then had him flayed and his skin dressed. Then he issued a
proclamation that whoever could tell what this skin was should marry
As soon as this decree was made known the people flocked in crowds from
all the ends of the world to try their luck. One said that it belonged
to an ape, another to a lynx, a third to a crocodile, and in short some
gave it to one animal and some to another; but they were all a hundred
miles from the truth, and not one hit the nail on the head. At last
there came to this trial an ogre who was the most ugly being in the
world, the very sight of whom would make the boldest man tremble and
quake with fear. But no sooner had he come and turned the skin round
and smelt it than he instantly guessed the truth, saying, "This skin
belongs to the king of fleas."
Now the King saw that the ogre had hit the mark; and not to break his
word he ordered his daughter Porziella to be called. Porziella had a
face like milk and roses, and was such a miracle of beauty that you
would never be tired of looking at her. And the King said to her, "My
daughter, you know who I am. I cannot go back from my promise whether a
king or a beggar. My word is given, I must keep it though my heart
should break. Who would ever have imagined that this prize would have
fallen to an ogre! But it never does to judge hastily. Have patience
then and do not oppose your father; for my heart tells me that you will
be happy, for rich treasures are often found inside a rough earthen
When Porziella heard this sad saying her eyes grew dim, her face turned
pale, her lips fell, her knees shook; and at last, bursting into tears,
she said to her father, "What crime have I committed that I should be
punished thus! How have I ever behaved badly toward you that I should
be given up to this monster. Is this, O Father, the affection you bear
to your own child? Is this the love you show to her whom you used to
call the joy of your soul? Do you drive from your sight her who is the
apple of your eye? O Father, O cruel Father! Better had it been if my
cradle had been my death-bed since I have lived to see this evil day."
Porziella was going on to say more when the King in a furious rage
exclaimed, "Stay your anger! Fair and softly, for appearances deceive.
Is it for a girl to teach her father, forsooth? Have done, I say, for
if I lay these hands upon you I'll not leave a whole bone in your skin.
Prithee, how long has a child hardly out of the nursery dared to oppose
my will? Quick then, I say, take his hand and set off with him home
this very instant, for I will not have that saucy face a minute longer
in my sight."
Poor Porziella, seeing herself thus caught in the net, with the face of
a person condemned to death, with the heart of one whose head is lying
between the axe and the block, took the hand of the ogre, who dragged
her off without any attendants to the wood where the trees made a
palace for the meadow to prevent its being discovered by the sun, and
the brooks murmured, having knocked against the stones in the dark,
while the wild beasts wandered where they liked without paying toll,
and went safely through the thicket whither no man ever came unless he
had lost his way. Upon this spot, which was as black as an unswept
chimney, stood the ogre's house ornamented all round with the bones of
the men whom he had devoured. Think but for a moment of the horror of
it to the poor girl.
But this was nothing at all in comparison with what was to come. Before
dinner she had peas and after dinner parched beans. Then the ogre went
out to hunt and returned home laden with the quarters of the men whom
he had killed, saying, "Now, wife, you cannot complain that I don't
take good care of you; here is a fine store of eatables, take and make
merry and love me well, for the sky will fall before I will let you
want for food."
Poor Porziella could not endure this horrible sight and turned her face
away. But when the ogre saw this he cried, "Ha! this is throwing
sweetmeats before swine; never mind, however, only have patience till
to-morrow morning, for I have been invited to a wild boar hunt and will
bring you home a couple of boars, and we'll make a grand feast with our
kinsfolk and celebrate the wedding." So saying he went into the forest.
Now as Porziella stood weeping at the window it chanced that an old
woman passed by who, being famished with hunger, begged some food. "Ah,
my good woman," said Porziella, "Heaven knows I am in the power of the
ogre who brings me home nothing but pieces of the men he has killed. I
pass the most miserable life possible, and yet I am the daughter of a
king and have been brought up in luxury." And so saying she began to
cry like a little girl who sees her bread and butter taken away from
The old woman's heart was softened at this sight and she said to
Porziella, "Be of good heart, my pretty girl, do not spoil your beauty
with crying, for you have met with luck; I can help you to both saddle
and trappings. Listen, now. I have seven sons who, you see, are seven
giants, Mase, Nardo, Cola, Micco, Petrullo, Ascaddeo, and Ceccone, who
have more virtues that rosemary, especially Mase, for every time he
lays his ear to the ground he hears all that is passing within thirty
miles round. Nardo, every time he washes his hands, makes a great sea
of soapsuds. Every time that Cola throws a bit of iron on the ground he
makes a field of sharp razors. Whenever Micco flings down a little
stick a tangled wood springs up. If Petrullo lets fall a drop of water
it makes a terrible river. When Ascaddeo wishes a strong tower to
spring up he has only to throw a stone; and Ceccone shoots so straight
with the cross-bow that he can hit a hen's eye a mile off. Now with the
help of my sons, who are all courteous and friendly, and who will all
take compassion on your condition, I will contrive to free you from the
claws of the ogre."
"No time better than now," replied Porziella, "for that evil shadow of
a husband of mine has gone out and will not return this evening, and we
shall have time to slip off and run away."
"It cannot be this evening," replied the old woman, "for I live a long
way off; but I promise you that to-morrow morning I and my sons will
all come together and help you out of your trouble."
So saying, the old woman departed, and Porziella went to rest with a
light heart and slept soundly all night. But as soon as the birds began
to cry, "Long live the Sun," lo and behold, there was the old woman
with her seven children; and placing Porziella in the midst of them
they proceeded towards the city. But they had not gone above half a
mile when Mase put his ear to the ground and cried: "Hallo, have a
care; here's the fox. The ogre is come home. He has missed his wife and
he is hastening after us with his cap under his arm."
No sooner did Nardo hear this than he washed his hands and made a sea
of soap-suds; and when the ogre came and saw all the suds he ran home
and fetching a sack of bran he strewed it about and worked away
treading it down with his feet until at last he got over this obstacle,
though with great difficulty.
But Mase put his ear once more to the ground and exclaimed, "Look
sharp, comrade, here he comes!" Thereupon Cola flung a piece of iron on
the ground and instantly a field of razors sprang up. When the ogre saw
the path stopped he ran home again and clad himself in iron from head
to foot and then returned and got over this peril.
Then Mase, again putting his ear to the ground, cried, "Up! up! to
arms! to arms! For see here is the ogre coming at such a rate that he
is actually flying." But Micco was ready with his little stick, and in
an instant he caused a terrible wood to rise up, so thick that it was
quite impenetrable. When the ogre came to this difficult pass he laid
hold of a Carrara knife which he wore at his side, and began to cut
down the poplars and oaks and pine trees and chestnut trees, right and
left; so that with four or five strokes he had the whole forest on the
ground and got clear of it. Presently, Mase who kept his ears on the
alert like a hare, again raised his voice and cried, "Now we must be
off, for the ogre is coming like the wind and here he is at our heels."
As soon as Petrullo heard this he took water from a little fountain,
sprinkled it on the ground, and in an twinkling of an eye a large river
rose up on the spot. When the ogre saw this new obstacle, and that he
could not make holes so fast as they found bungs to stop them, he
stripped himself stark naked and swam across to the other side of the
river with his clothes upon his head.
Mase, who put his ear to every chink, heard the ogre coming and
exclaimed, "Alas! matters go ill with us now. I already hear the
clatter of the ogre's heels. We must be on our guard and ready to meet
the storm or else we are done for." "Never fear," said Ascaddeo, "I
will soon settle this ugly ragamuffin." So saying, he flung a pebble on
the ground and instantly up rose a tower in which they all took refuge
without delay, and barred the door. But when the ogre came up and saw
that they had got into so safe a place he ran home, got a
vine-dresser's ladder, and carried it back on his shoulder to the tower.
Now Mase, who kept his ears hanging down, heard at a distance the
approach of the ogre and cried, "We are now at the butt end of the
Candle of Hope. Ceccone is our last resource, for the ogre is coming
back in a terrible fury. Alas! how my heart beats, for I foresee an
evil day." "You coward," answered Ceccone, "trust to me and I will hit
him with a ball."
As Ceccone was speaking the ogre came, planted his ladder and began to
climb up; but Ceccone, taking aim at him, shot out one of his eyes and
laid him at full length on the ground, like a pear dropped from a tree.
Then he went out of the tower and cut off the ogre's head with a big
knife he carried about with him, just as if it had been new-made
cheese. Thereupon they took the head with great joy to the King, who
rejoiced at the recovery of his daughter, for he had repented a hundred
times at having given her to an ogre. And not many days after Porziella
was married to a handsome prince, and the seven sons and their mother
who had delivered her from such a wretched life were rewarded with