Hypnovember 2022
Reynardine
by sentientscribble
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A fairy tale: A fox teaches a young wife hypnosis. As these things do, it goes poorly.
#fae #fairy_tale #fantasy #hypnosis #intelligence_loss #magic #werefox? #wishes
Reynardine
Once upon a time, a pretty farm wife saved a fox from death.
To her great surprise, he spoke, and thanked her profusely.
“I’m not too proud to beg,” she said. “I’ve heard that animals who speak can grant wishes. Will you grant me one?”
The fox’s eyes flashed like lightning, whirled like clockwork, clacked like the beads of an abacus. Ten thousand possibilities flew through his mind in an instant.
“Yes. You may have a wish.”
“My husband no longer desires me,” she said. “What can you do to help?”
“That is easy,” said the fox. “Take this jewel on a chain, and when you wish to sleep with your husband, wave it in front of his face until his eyes become wide. It will hypnotize him and make him your servant, and he will be overcome with desire.”
She did as the fox told her, and sure enough, her husband was overcome with desire. She did it the next night, and the night after, and soon her husband was begging her every night to do it again. But one night it occurred to her that he might love the jewel on a chain more than he loved her. The thought tortured her. Wouldn’t he lust after anyone who waved the jewel? And if she refused to use it, wouldn’t he find someone else who would?
One moonlight night, she was sitting in the garden crying over these thoughts, and the fox appeared.
“Why do you weep?” he asked.
She told him of her woes. The fox’s eyes flashed like lightning, whirled like clockwork, clacked like the beads of an abacus. Ten thousand possibilities flew through his mind in an instant.
“What would you have instead?” the fox asked.
“When he looks at me, I want him to see the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“This is easy,” said the fox. “Take this same jewel, and wave it in front of his face until his eyes become wide, and forever after, when he looks at you, he will see the most beautiful woman in the world.”
She did this the very next night, and a look of awe came over her husband’s face. “Put away that jewel,” he said. “I can’t believe I ever craved it! How did I not realize my wife was the most beautiful woman in the world?” And he was overcome with desire.
The next morning he said, “Wife! I want to go hunting. Reach me down my bow and arrows from the top shelf!”
“How could I do that?” she said. “You’re the only one tall enough in this house.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You have the longest and most elegant legs in the entire world. Surely you can reach.” And he left her to clamber up on a stepladder.
And the day after he said, “Wife! I want to go fishing. Twist me together some of your hair to make a fishing line!”
“How could I do that?” she said. “I’m a farm wife. My hair is cut short.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You have the longest and most beautiful hair in the entire world. Surely it will suffice.” And he left her to go pluck the horse’s tail for hair.
And the day after he said, “Wife! I need to mend something in the barn. Come with me to cast light on my work!”
“How could I do that?” she said. “Bring it out and work in the sunlight.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “Your eyes shine brighter than sunlight.”
Then she realized that her husband had become a fool. That moonlight night, she was sitting in the garden crying over these thoughts, and the fox appeared.
“Why do you weep?” he asked.
She told him of her woes. The fox’s eyes flashed like lightning, whirled like clockwork, clacked like the beads of an abacus. Ten thousand possibilities flew through his mind in an instant.
“What would you have instead?” the fox asked.
“No tricks,” she said. “Let him see me as I am. And let him see the world as it is. Just let him desire me above everything else.”
“This is easy,” said the fox. “Take this same jewel, and wave it in front of his face until his eyes become wide, and he will never desire anything but you as long as he lives.”
She did as he said. And soon her husband refused food, water, and sleep, and would only gaze fondly at her. In three short days, he withered away and died.
A few days after the funeral, the fox came to her garden again.
“Go away,” she said. “Haven’t you tortured me enough?”
“I am truly sorry,” said the fox. He did not look sorry. He looked like a prince drinking the finest wine. “I hear that death is a sad occasion for humans. Is there something I can do?”
“No! I’m tired of your wishes, and I’m tired of this miserable jewel. Take it away from me!” And she flung it back in his face.
Now the fox did not stop to calculate. He only grinned.
“Weep no more, lady. I assure you that you will love again. I will prove it to you this very night.”
“What proof could you possibly offer?”
He picked up the jewel from the ground where she had thrown it, and waved it in front of her face until her eyes became wide…
And some say she followed him to a castle in the mountains, and some say she followed him to a kingdom under the hill. But everyone agrees she was never seen again.