` You can take what the horses leave , ' was Scioravante 's reply . When the magician had left her Cannetella felt very miserable , and bitterly cursed the day she was born . She spent all her time weeping and bemoaning the cruel fate that had driven her from a palace into a stable , from soft , down cushions to a bed of straw , and from the dainties of her father 's table to the food that the horses left . She led this wretched life for a few months , and during that time she never saw who fed and watered the horses , for it was all done by invisible hands . One day , when she was more than usually unhappy , she perceived a little crack in the wall , through which she could see a beautiful garden , with all manner of delicious fruits and flowers growing in it . The sight and smell of such delicacies were too much for poor Cannetella , and she said to herself , ' I will slip quietly out , and pick a few oranges and grapes , and I do n't care what happens . Who is there to tell my husband what I do ? and even if he should hear of my disobedience , he can not make my life more miserable than it is already . ' So she slipped out and refreshed her poor , starved body with the fruit she plucked in the garden . But a short time afterwards her husband returned unexpectedly , and one of the horses instantly told him that Cannetella had gone into the garden , in his absence , and had stolen some oranges and grapes . Scioravante was furious when he heard this , and seizing a huge knife from his pocket he threatened to kill his wife for her disobedience . But Cannetella threw herself at his feet and implored him to spare her life , saying that hunger drove even the wolf from the wood . At last she succeeded in so far softening her husband 's heart that he said , ' I will forgive you this time , and spare your life ; but if you disobey me again , and I hear , on my return , that you have as much as moved out of the stall , I will certainly kill you . So , beware ; for I am going away once more , and shall be absent for seven years . ' With these words he took his departure , and Cannetella burst into a flood of tears , and , wringing her hands , she moaned : ` Why was I ever born to such a hard fate ? Oh ! father , how miserable you have made your poor daughter ! But , why should I blame my father ? for I have only myself to thank for all my sufferings . I got the cursed head of gold , and it has brought all this misery on me .
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