‘Do you wish me well?’[2] he asked.
‘No!’ exclaimed the duke’s daughter with disgust, because she could not say that she loved him: and she ran away. Every day it was the same thing; and when she told her mother what had happened, she bid her keep away, and beware of going near such a monster.
For a whole month, therefore, she kept away; but curiosity overcame her at last, and she went down into the garden as before. All the satyrs began beckoning as usual, and she went up to them.
‘If you will say you wish me well, you will give me endless happiness,’ said the prince; ‘and if not, I will dash my head against this wall, and put an end to my life.’
He was so much in earnest, and the tears were in his eyes, and his sighs and entreaties were so moving, that she almost forgot his monstrous form. The prince observed that her face betrayed signs of interest, and he redoubled his sighs, and all the other satyrs made signs and gesticulations to her that she should consent.
‘Say you wish me well! Let me just have the happiness of once hearing you say so!’ continued the prince.
‘Poor fellow, he seems so sad, and so anxious I should just say it once. There can’t be much harm in saying just once that I wish him well,’ said the maiden to herself.
‘Say, say just once, that you wish me well!’ persisted the prince; and the maiden in her compassion said:
‘Yes! I wish you well.’
Immediately the fairy appeared and took the spell from off the prince, and from off all his suite.