A Portuguese Folktale: The Envious Queen ~ Part 2


Welcome to the thrilling conclusion of this Portuguese folktale, The Envious Queen!
This last part is definitely not for the faint of heart, although like many other such tales, it was a favourite of young children in our families!
If you haven’t read the first part of this tale, we invite you to do so ►here◄
But nevertheless, we’ll share a small synopsis:

Concerned with the fate of his only daughter, an elderly father decides by means of mysterious arts to help her establish herself and induce fits of envy in none other than the kingdom’s Queen.

What task must his young (and probably traumatized) daughter accomplish for one final time? Let us discover together!

(translation, adaptation and art by StarTwo)

The old father instructed:
“You will appear before her Majesty with your hair unkempt, and you will apologize and explain you didn’t have time to comb yourself. And then…”
The girl listened to the directions, more horrified than before however, she didn’t wish to go against her father’s orders and agreed to follow them.
The next day the Queen’s servant came and asked if his mistress could come for a visit and just as the young girl said yes, the Queen was at her doorstep.
The girl’s hair was extremely messy, and she apologized. Then, she took the Queen to the living room and called:

“Come forth, vanity!”
The vanity appeared.

“Come forth, dressing table!”
The dressing table appeared right away.

“Come forth, comb, so I may comb myself!”
The comb appeared.

“Come forth, cleaver!”
The cleaver appeared.

Without vacillation, the girl took it and cut her own head off, placed it on her lap, combed her hair gracefully, and placed the head back on top of her shoulders, just the way it was.

The Queen was bursting at the seams with envy.

After a few days, the father told the girl to ask the Queen permission to visit her. The Queen accepted her request and the girl went on her way.
She had hardly arrived when she saw the Queen with frowzy hair and after walking into her living room she began to shout:

“Come forth, vanity! Come forth vanity!”

The vanity wouldn’t materialize, and the Queen’s maids commented:
“Would you believe it? Whenever that little girl comes, our Queen loses her mind! Better bring her the vanity.”
They brought it to the Queen, and she began shouting once again:

“Come forth, dressing table! Come forth, dressing table!”
The frightened maids, in hopes of quietening her down, brought the dressing table.
“Come forth, comb! Come forth, comb!”
The comb wouldn’t come, and the maids gave it to her. Then, she shouted even louder:
“Come forth, cleaver! Come forth, cleaver!”

“Why, in the name of the devil, does our Queen want a cleaver?!” the maids asked amongst themselves. “Better bring her one and maybe she’ll shut up this time.”

They brought the cleaver to her. The Queen placed it against her neck and… Swish! She killed herself.

The helpless girl shrieked uncontrollably; the maids rushed to her aid.
It was a huge tribulation.

At night, when the girl saw her father, she cried:
“Such grief I feel for the Queen! She wanted to do as I did and died. I shouldn’t have gone there! Never should I have gone!”

“Let it be.” the girl’s father said, “No one ordered her to. She was envious and received her punishment! Now you must get ready for the funeral ceremonies, they will last three days. And after that, you will marry the King.”
“I, to marry the King, why?” asked the girl.
“Because I don’t have much time left and I don’t want to leave you forlorn.”
“But I don’t want to leave you, father.”
“What alternative is there? My days are numbered!”
The girl cried a lot.

Sometime after, the King sent for her so they could marry and they did so.
On the very day of the wedding, the girl’s palace disappeared.


Our deep wishes for the happiness this girl deserves and may she have the best therapists at her disposal!

★stay safe and stay inspired★

10 thoughts on “A Portuguese Folktale: The Envious Queen ~ Part 2

    • Thank you so very much! It was hard not to think that the father could have spared some scarring memories to his own daughter, but we tried to keep an open mind about it. Since he was a wizard, he probably knew more about everything and it was better to risk it.
      Now we’re sad there’s not a prequel about the father!

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  1. Wow! you guys are a creative duo. Love the artwork and folktales and I am sure Portugal must have tons of tales. On a side note, I loved Portugal and would love to go back sometime (Soon). Obrigada for sharing your wonderful creations.

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