Madame d'Aulnoy,
Fairy Tales by the Countess d'Aulnoy
(1856)
“ The Queen looked at him, and she was scarcely less frightened at his horrible little figure than she was at the lions. She mused, and made no answer. "What! do you hesitate, Madam?" cried he. "You cannot be very fond of life." At the same moment the Queen perceived the lions on the brow of a hill running towards her. Each had two heads, eight feet, four rows of teeth, and their skin was as hard as shell, and as red as morocco. At this sight, the poor Queen, trembling more than a dove at the view of a falcon, cried out with all her might—"My Lord Dwarf! Toutebelle is yours." ”
