Blancaflor, the Spanish tale of wonder, tells of star-crossed lovers in a fairy-tale landscape, where names matter more than appearance, and love, with a little help from magic, conquers all.
Like many great stories, you discover something new every time you read it
It’s the story of a prince fated to tangle with the devil, because his parents had made a Faustian deal. It’s a story where kindness is rewarded with help and where sacrificing that which got you here is necessary to take the next step. It tells of love at first sight and of betraying one’s father for one’s beloved. It’s about a woman with power over life and death losing herself in despair when her beloved forgets her.
Also, ultimately, it is a tale that ends well
You can read Blancaflor in Spanish here, in the wonderful adaptation of Antonio Rodríguez Almodóvar, award-winning author and one of the pre-eminent scholars of Spanish tales of wonder. Another adaptation in Spanish can be found here. This version set in a fishing village has been translated into English. As with any story rooted in the oral tradition, there are at least as many versions as story-tellers, and that is part of its charm.
Here is the super short version.
A king and queen are so desperate for an heir that they admit they’d be willing for him to lose his soul to the devil
And so the almost perfect son has a weakness for gambling. When he comes of age and encounters the devil, he loses all his money at cards, and then wagers, and loses, his soul. The prince leaves his heart-broken parents to embark on the perilous voyage to the devil’s Castle of No Return. There he meets the youngest daughter of the devil, Blancaflor, and they fall in love.
With Blancaflor’s help, the prince is able to complete the three impossible tasks that the devil sets for him. When he recognizes her, by her hand alone, from amongst the three sisters, the devil allows him to marry Blancaflor.
However, as Blancaflor knows well, her father intends to kill them.
So they must flee
Using various magical devices, Blancaflor guarantees a head start for their escape. The prince ignores her instructions and instead of taking the skinny old nag called Thought from the devil’s stables, he brings her the spirited stallion, Wind. Blancaflor must use magic to prevent the devil from catching them on Thought and finally he gives up. When the devil realizes that he’s been deceived, in his fury he casts a spell on the prince to forget Blancaflor if someone embraces him. Blancaflor warns the prince but his grandmother hugs him from behind and he forgets everything.
Blancaflor takes a job in the castle
When the wedding of the prince to a suitable princess is announced, like all the servants, she’s offered a gift in celebration. She asks the prince for a stone of pain and a knife of love. The prince searches far and wide before finding them. After delivering her present, his curiosity piqued, he eavesdrops and hears Blancaflor conversing with the stone of pain (yes, it speaks) about the prince and their adventures. The prince, who has been slowly remembering as he listens, stops her from killing herself at the last moment.
He now recognizes her fully, cancels the arranged wedding, and marries Blancaflor instead.
I’m fascinated by Blancaflor and the prince’s flight, a different kind of chase scene
Blancaflor showed no impatience when the prince rode up on Wind for their escape. After all, it was the only time the prince had willingly ignored her instructions. She could just imagine him looking in the stable thinking: “Girls don’t know anything about horses.”
As Blancaflor and the prince race away, they are soon overtaken by the devil, mounted on Thought. He turns into a wild beast, immense, bloodthirsty. But Blancaflor knows his tricks and is determined to escape, alive. When she hears him roar, she throws her comb over her shoulder.
Before the comb can hit the ground, there is the sound of a thousand sticks hitting each other and snapping into place. The comb becomes a thicket, so dense and thorny that her father hunches over before trying to gallop through it. In his concentration he takes on the form of the devil once more. It slows him down, but he is, after all, the devil, and he breaks through. But not without snagging clothes and skin on the thorns and receiving a thousand cuts and scratches.
Only a few minutes later, Blancaflor hears him gaining on them again and she flings her knife into the devil’s path.
Before the knife can hit the ground, there is the clash of a thousand knives crossing blades. The knife becomes a wall of knives, each blade reflecting the moonlight. The devil instinctively pulls on the bridle. He blinks, and swears silently at the audacity, the nerve of this youngest favorite daughter.
But for all these reasons, he loosens his grip on the reins and kicks Thought forward, into the wall of knives. The blades slice through his beautiful fur cape, through the leather gloves he wears to ride. Each edge traces a line of crimson, a criss-cross of strokes over his entire body. He pushes on, through the wall of knives, leaving the blades dulled by the impact with his bulk and stained in his blood.
Blancaflor knows that these devices were never enough to stop the devil who raised her. So she isn’t surprised to hear the hooves of Thought in the background, underneath the sound of Wind’s jagged breath, underneath the heartbeat of the prince through the thin cloth of his shirt. She shifts and looks backwards.
“You stopped him, right?” asks the prince.
“No, he’s gaining on us,” she says, disappointed that her beloved still had so little understanding of her father’s power.
Well, that’s what she was here for.
She reaches into her pocket for a fistful of salt and tosses it into the air behind her. The grains of salt shine like diamonds, drawing an arc of falling stars. Before they can fall to the ground, in a hiss of a thousand angry snakes, the grains of salt glue to each other to create a wall of salt. The wall is wider than sky, taller than the depths of the sea. It holds the brine of a thousand forgotten oceans, the dried tears of a thousand broken hearts.
Blancaflor looks back at the grainy white wall behind her and knows that no matter how the salt will burn her father’s scratches and cuts, that it’s just a matter of time before he catches up with them again. She turns to the front, to the path they’re following between the trees of the wood.
Blancaflor rests her cheek on the prince’s back and closes her eyes, preparing for the magic she’ll have to perform.
A comb, a knife, and a handful of salt
These are everday objects that any woman has access to. No need to be the daughter of the devil, no need for fairies or witches. This is daily magic, of appearances and of food, of cleanliness and of flavor, of tears and the pain we can all understand.
These are women’s tools that are also beyond gender: a comb to look beautiful, or simply proper; a knife as weapon, or tool; salt, a currency, and in alchemical terms that which is corporeal and real. Not the devil.
They are an everyday incantation: a comb, a knife, a fistful of salt.
As Almodóvar points out, these could be wards so that the dead won’t follow.
A deep magic familiar to the Indo-European tradition in which these tales were born
Or, he continues, they could correspond to the archetypal nightmare of pursuit.
Blancaflor and the prince are in flight from a supernatural being, one that can take any form and can defy death itself.
Blancaflor also has powers over life and death. She chooses to invest them in these everyday objects to leave the only home she has ever known and to be with the man she loves.
It is a story of independence and courage, of growing up.