He looked at his step-mother, and she was quite white; as white as the
mouse that had jumped upon the king's bed at midnight bidding him fly
for his life. Not only her face, but her hair, her lips, and her very
eyes were white and colourless, for she had gone blind from gazing too
hard into her crystal ball, and hunting the king's son to death.
So she remained blind to the end of her days; but the king was more
good to her than gold, and as for his brother, never did half-brothers
love each other better than these. Therefore they all lived very
happily together, and after a long time, the queen learned to forget
what a wicked woman she had been.
THE WISHING-POT
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THE WISHING-POT
Tulip was the son of a poor but prudent mother; from the moment of his
birth she had trained him to count ten before ever he wanted or asked
for anything. An otherwise reckless youth, he acquired an intrinsic
value through the practice of this habit. Only once, just as he was
reaching, but had not quite reached, years of discretion, did his
habit of precaution fail him; and this same failure became in the end
the opening of his fortunes.
Bathing one day in the river, to whose banks the woods ran down in
steep terraces, he heard a voice come singing along one of the upper
slopes; and looking up under the boughs of cedar and sycamore, he saw
a pair of green feet go dancing by, up and down like grasshoppers on
the prance.
There was such rhythm in them, and such sweetness in the voice, that
his heart was out of him before he could harness it to the number ten,
and he came out of the water the most natural and forlorn of lovers.
Before he was dressed the green feet and the voice were gone, and
before he got home his health and his appetite seemed to have gone
also. He pined industriously from day to day, and spent all his hours
in searching among the woods by the river side for his lady of the
dear green feet. He did not know so much as the size or colour of her
face; the sound of her voice alone, and the running up and down of her
feet, had, as he told his mother, 'decimated his affections.'
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