Once upon a
time . . . a miller died leaving the mill to his eldest son, his donkey to his
second son and . . . a cat to his youngest son.
"Now
that's some difference!" you might say; but there you are, that's how the
miller was! The eldest son kept the mill, the second son took the donkey and
set off in search of his fortune . . . while the third sat down on a stone and
sighed, "A cat! What am I going to do with that?"
But the cat
heard his words and said, "Don't worry, Master. What do you think? That
I'm worth less than a half-ruined mill or a mangy donkey? Give me a cloak, a
hat with a feather in it, a bag and a pair of boots, and you will see what I
can do."
The young
man, by no means surprised, for it was quite common for cats to talk in those
days, gave the cat what he asked for, and as he strode away, confident and
cheerful. the cat said. "Don't look so glum, Master. See you soon!"
Swift of
foot as he was, the cat caught a fat wild rabbit, popped it into his bag,
knocked at the castle gate, went before the King and, removing his hat, with a
sweeping bow, he said: "Sire, the famous Marquis of Carabas sends you this
fine plump rabbit as a gift."
"Oh,"
said the King, "thanks so much."
"Till
tomorrow," replied the cat as he went out. And the next day, he came back
with some partridges tucked away in his bag. "Another gift from the brave
Marquis of Carabas," he announced.
The Queen
remarked, "This Marquis of Carabas is indeed a very courteous
gentleman."
In the days
that followed, Puss in Boots regularly visited the castle, carrying rabbits,
hares, partridges and skylarks, presenting them all to the King in the name of
the Marquis of Carabas. Folk at the palace began to talk about this noble
gentleman.
"He
must be a great hunter," someone remarked.
"He
must be very loyal to the King," said someone else.
And yet
another, "But who is he? I've never heard of him."
At this
someone who wanted to show people how much he knew, replied, "Oh, yes,
I've heard his name before. In fact, I knew his father."
The Queen
was very interested in this generous man who sent these gifts. "Is your
master young and handsome?" she asked the cat.
"Oh
yes. And very rich, too," answered Puss in Boots. "In fact, he would
be very honoured if you and the King called to see him in his castle."
When the cat
returned home and told his master that the King and Queen were going to visit
him, he was horrified. "Whatever shall we do?" he cried. "As
soon as they see me they will know how poor I am."
"Leave
everything to me," replied Puss in Boots. "I have a plan."
For several
days, the crafty cat kept on taking gifts to the King and Queen, and one day he
discovered that they were taking the Princess on a carriage ride that very
afternoon. The cat hurried home in great excitement.
"Master,
come along," he cried. "It is time to carry out my plan. You must go
for a swim in the river."
"But I
can't swim," replied the young man.
"That's
all right," replied Puss in Boots. "Just trust me."
So they went
to the river and when the King's carriage appeared the cat pushed his master
into the water.
"Help!"
cried the cat. "The Marquis of Carabas is drowning."
The King
heard his cries and sent his escorts to the rescue. They arrived just in time
to save the poor man, who really was drowning. The King, the Queen and the
Princess fussed around and ordered new clothes to be brought for the Marquis of
Carabas.
"Wouldn't
you like to marry such a handsome man?" the Queen asked her daughter.
"Oh,
yes," replied the Princess.
However, the
cat overheard one of the ministers remark that they must find out how rich he
was.
"He is
very rich indeed," said Puss in Boots. "He owns the castle and all
this land. Come and see for yourself. I will meet you at the castle."
And with
these words, the cat rushed off in the direction of the castle, shouting at the
peasants working in the fields, "If anyone asks you who your master is,
answer: the Marquis of Carabas. Otherwise you will all be sorry."
And so, when
the King's carriage swept past, the peasants told the King that their master
was the Marquis of Carabas. In the meantime, Puss in Boots had arrived at the
castle, the home of a huge, cruel ogre.
Before
knocking at the gate, the cat said to himself, "I must be very careful, or
I'll never get out of here alive."
When the
door opened, Puss in Boots removed his feather hat, exclaiming, "My Lord
Ogre, my respects!"
"What
do you want, cat?" asked the ogre rudely.
"Sire,
I've heard you possess great powers. That, for instance, you can change into a
lion or an elephant."
"That's
perfectly true," said the ogre, "and so what?"
"Well,"
said the cat, "I was talking to certain friends of mine who said that you
can't turn into a tiny little creature, like a mouse."
"Oh, so
that's what they say, is it?" exclaimed the ogre.
The cat
nodded, "Well, Sire, that's my opinion too, because folk that can do big
things never can manage little ones."
"Oh,
yes? Well, just watch this!" retorted the ogre, turning into a mouse.
In a flash,
the cat leapt on the mouse and ate it whole. Then he dashed to the castle gate,
just in time, for the King's carriage was drawing up.
With a bow,
Puss in Boots said, "Sire, welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carabas!"
The King and
Queen, the Princess and the miller's son who, dressed in his princely clothes,
really did look like a marquis, got out of the carriage and the King spoke:
"My dear Marquis, you're a fine, handsome, young man, you have a great
deal of land and a magnificent castle. Tell me, are you married?"
"No,"
the young man answered, "but I would like to find a wife."
He looked at the Princess as he spoke. She in turn
smiled at him. To cut a long story short, the miller's son, now Marquis of
Carabas, married the Princess and lived happily with her in the castle. And
from time to time, the cat would wink and whisper, "You see, Master, I am
worth a lot more than any mangy donkey or half-ruined mill, aren't I?"



