Beauty could not help shuddering when she saw the horrible face of the frightful creature, but she made a brave effort to overcome her fear.
‘Beauty, did you come here willingly to die in place of your father?’ ‘Willingly,’ she answered.
He was born with a little tuft of hair upon his head, which made them call him Riquet with the Tuft, for Riquet was the family name.
‘He is not pretty, but he has a good temper and swims as well as the others. Perhaps he will improve in looks as time goes on.’
The red-hot fire is built, the bubbling pot is hung, the steely knives are sharpened.