Graham (51:39)
You're thinking this through. I like that. So she gets back, she can't find the Beast, and she's really, really worried. She's running around, she's yelling, she's looking for where the beast could be. And she then kind of stumbles apart the part, stumbles upon the part of the castle that she'd seen in her dream with the Beast laying dead. And so she's like. She's panicking. She's, like, nervous. And then she finds him, quite glad to have found him. She ran up and stroked his head, but to her horror, he did not move or open his eyes. Oh, he is dead and is all my fault, said Beauty, crying bitterly. But then, looking again, she fancied he still breathed. And hastily fetching some water from the nearest fountain, she sprinkled it over his face. And to her great delight, he began to revive. Oh, Beast, how you frightened me. She cried. I never knew how much I loved you until just now, when I feared I was too late to save your life. The Beast says, can you really love such an ugly creature as I am? Ah, Beauty, you have come only in time. I was dying because I thought you had forgotten your promise. But go back now and rest. I shall see you again by and by. So he was about to die. I prefer to read it as like, he was taking a nap and she just threw water on him to wake him up, and everything was actually fine. He's just being, like, dramatic, but he's fine. She wakes him up with water, but has realized there's affection in her that she that hadn't been there before. And so then that night, they have their ritual of. They eat dinner, they have their long conversation, and then the Beast asks, beauty, will you marry me? And she answers softly, yes, dear Beast. And as she spoke, a blaze of light sprang up before the windows of the palace. Fireworks crackled and guns banged and across the avenue of orange trees and letters all made of fireflies was written, long live the prince and his bride. Turning to ask the beast what it could all mean, Beauty found that he had disappeared. And in his place stood her long loved prince. At the same moment, the wheels of a chariot were heard upon the terrace and two ladies entered the room. One of them Beauty recognized as the stately lady she had seen in her dreams. The other was also as grand and queenly that Beauty hardly knew which to greet first. But the one she already knew said to her companion, well, Queen, this is Beauty, who has had the courage to rescue your son from the terrible enchantment. They love one another, and only your consent to their marriage is wanting to make them perfectly happy. I consent with all my heart. Cried the queen. How can I ever thank you enough, charming girl, for having restored my dear son to his natural form? And then she tenderly embraced Beauty and the prince, who had meanwhile been greeting the fairy and receiving her congratulations. Now, said the fairy to Beauty, I suppose you would like me to send for all your brothers and sisters to dance at your wedding. And so she did. And the marriage was celebrated the very next day with the utmost splendor. And Beauty and the prince lived happily ever after. The end. That's how you do a fairy tale, right?