The Slipper and the Rose: The Story of Cinderella Page #2

Her golden tresses false!

Her mouth crabbed with age, sir,

and devoid of teeth!

In short, sir, she left

much to be desired.

Extraordinary '.

Father,

it's a small thing

and doubtless

very irritating to you

but when I marry,

as needs I must one day,

it will be for the

convenience of love,

rather than the convenience

of... convenience.

Love?

Did he say love?

Ha ha!

How absurd.

What has love got to do

with getting married?

Why should love enter

into it at all?

Love can make you quite emotionally

harried when you're married

it's pedantic

and romantic folderol

find a mate, dear boy,

find a mate

princess Susan

princess Karen

princess Kate

find a mate, dear boy,

find a mate

love will have to wait

I disagree.

You disagree?

How can you

disagree, dear?

Look at me.

Look at us.

Us, ha ha!

Look at us.

What has love got to

do with being married?

Being married is

a problem all its own

love is highly overrated and

makes marriage complicated

when the bed is

elevated to the throne

find a mate, dear boy,

find a mate

pick the proper princess

primied to propagate

find a mate, dear boy,

find a mate

love will have to wait

there is many

an eligible maiden

of good family

with title of her own

who would come to us

bountifully beladen

with an army that could

fortify our throne

Uncle!

I couldn't have said

that better myself.

Well, I could,

and in fact,

I think I will.

What has marriage got to do

with being happy?

Being married can't compare

with being royal

being royal you engender

every luxury and splendor

while a marriage

can get overripe and spoil

'find a mate, dear cousin,

set the date

why procrastinate

uh-uh!

T and stay the hand of fate? 'find a mate, dear cousin,

set the date

happiness

can always wait

get him out of here.

Get him out.

Oh, have I made

a little faux pas?

I was enjoying myself.

There, you see, that's the price

that we shall have to pay

unless you name

the day.

Listen, lend an ear.

I say again...

What has love got to do

with getting married?

What has bread

got to do with wedding cake?

We are bored with your

defiance of connubial alliance

for a line of royal giants

is at stake

find a mate, dear boy,

find a mate

we are growing old

and time is growing late

find a mate, dear boy,

find a mate

it's your duty to the state

not to stay a celibate

find a mate

find a mate.

Find a mate.

Find a mate.

What has love got to do

with getting married?

We are not prepared

to say.

Oh, what a relief

that is over

and done with.

Help me, my darlings. My

fingers are positively numb.

Mama, didn't

you think the vicar was--

Girls,

girls, girls.

Can you never do anything

without squabbling?

Black was never

my color.

So unbecoming.

Especially when one's

so young and pretty.

And where do you think

you are going, child?

To my room,

stepmother.

Your room?

Her room!

All the rooms

in this house are mine now.

Your father,

m'! Late husband,

sadly missed by

us all,

is dead, child.

Dead and buried

beneath the snow

in the same grave

as your dear mother.

That is a double misfortune

for you.

And now you must start

a new life.

Your father, as a token of

his great love for me,

saw fit to make a will

placing you in my care

and protection.

My father

never loved you.

You tricked him.

How dare you, madam!

You tricked him!

Well...

Well if I did,

he did not live

to rue the day, did he?

And now you can curb

your tongue;

cultivate humility,

know your present place.

I hate you.

I hate you all.

Now, listen to me, girl,

and hear me well!

Blood is thicker

than a widows tears,

and God knows I have shed

enough of those.

I have two daughters

of my own to support,

which situation

has forced me

to make certain economies

in the household.

Is that not so, girls?

Yes, mama.

Certain drastic

economies, mama.

Exactly.

But being a woman

of principle,

I shall honor your

father's last wishes

and continue to provide

a roof over your head

below stairs!

And do not think you will

find sympathy with the staff.

The staff

have been dismissed.

You are now the staff.

To take orders

instead of giving them.

Mostly from us.

Never.

Oh, yes.

You will cook

and you will carry.

You will fetch

and you will mend.

Your father's will

allows and the law upholds.

So, take your pick,

either accept

your lot

or go to

the orphanage.

They tell me,

cinderella,

one can be

awfully happy there

and very warm.

They sleep

6 to a bed.

Not counting

the rats.

Do not tease,

my darlings.

It spoils

your looks.

Now, your first task will

be to make us some soup.

Burying a husband

is a cold business.

And sadly for me,

I have now buried two.

Poor mama!

Give me

your cloak, girl.

You will not be needing

it down there.

Hurry, girl, hurry!

And do not keep us

waiting for the soup.

Come along, my doves, we

must rearrange the rooms.

Oh, mama,

may I have cinderella's room?

No, mama,

you promised me first pick.

She always has everything--

my darlings...

Everything will be fairly

divided. Now, come along.

I'm the eldest, and I

should have first choice.

She may be the eldest,

but I'm mama's favorite.

Oh, no, you're not.

Oh, mama,

sun's so beastly!

Little steps,

girls, little steps.

Once I was loved

I knew I was loved

I flew through my days

in fanciful ways

secure and sure

there'd always be

endless love

for me

gone is that love,

my fanciful dove... 'H

has tears in her eyes,

she no longer flies

and yet, my heart

will not despair

for it's there,

just a memory away

once I was loved

so always come what may,

love's happy memory

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Come on!

Hey! Ha ha!

This place

fascinates me, always has,

ever since I was a child.

It isn't just

thoughts of destiny

or morbid curiosity.

Look here.

When they first

brought me here

it was part of my royal

educatioh, you see.

I was only knee-high

to a tombstone.

They stood me in front of this

and they said,

"that's yours.

That's waiting for you. "

Very cheerful !

Humor was never

the family's strong point.

I wasn't frightened.

I was intrigued.

I see they've even put

your name on in advance.

It's a sobering

thought, isn't it?

No matter what

I do or don't do,

no matter how I do it

or don't do it,

my last appointment

is here.

Good kings, bad kings,

sane kings or mad kings

benevolent or nefarious t

here is where

they bury us

oh, ho, ho, what

a comforting thing to know

there's a prearranged spot

in the family plot

where my royal bones

will go

k yes, tel be

sleeper) 'Q

into the beautiful

family crypt

qi oh, ho, ho, what

a comforting thing to know

that drunkard,

young king ferdinand

he reigned

for half an hour

oh, yes?

He got so soused

when they crowned him

he fell from

the castle tower

and here lies

old king Frederick

he stole

for 4o years

the day he died,

the people cried...

They cried?

They cried,

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