The golden heart, and other fairy storiesJacob, Violet
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The golden heart, and other fairy stories
Jacob, Violet
Children's stories; Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
When Sootface arrived at the town he took some gold, and, going into a
shop, bought a feathered hat and two yards of green satin ribbon with
which he ornamented his tail. He then went to an inn, where he purchased
a fine piebald horse with an embroidered saddle, and, having thus
prepared himself, galloped to the palace. Everyone in the street turned
round to look at him, and all the little boys cried “Hooray!” as he
thundered by.
After he had presented his letter, the Princess’s sister herself
received him with much politeness, and a messenger was sent with a great
escort of carriages and horsemen to bring the Princess into the city.
[Illustration: IN THE VERY MIDDLE OF THE FEAST THE PRINCE STOOD UP IN
HIS PLACE CALLING ON ALL TO LISTEN]
When she came all were charmed with her, and she was asked to make her
home at the court; and, as the handsome appearance and fine manners of
the gardener’s son impressed everybody, he was immediately made captain
of the bodyguard and treated with every consideration.
For some time they lived happily, hunting and dancing and feasting and
enjoying themselves, and all went well until one day who should arrive
in great pomp and style but the Prince from whom the Princess had fled!
He had discovered where she was and followed her to her sister’s
kingdom. When he saw the gardener’s son at the head of the bodyguard he
was enraged beyond measure.
That night there was a banquet, to which all the celebrated people in
the kingdom were invited; if I were to describe it, it would take pages.
Everything glittered with cloth of gold and silver and jewels. The table
was covered with golden dishes and lamps and white roses, and the
Princess was there looking more lovely than anybody, with the Prince at
her right hand and the gardener’s son at her left.
In the very middle of the feast the Prince stood up in his place calling
on all to listen. Then, as silence fell, he told how the Princess had
been ordered by her uncle, the King, to marry him, how she had refused
and run away, how the young man who had accompanied her was the son of
his father’s gardener, and how, though he was such a low fellow, he
ventured to be in love with her; he demanded that the Princess should be
made to marry him the next day and the gardener’s son punished. Then he
sat down scowling and leaving the Princess’s sister and the guests
horrified.
“Can you wonder that the Princess ran away from him?” said the cat, from
the other end of the table.
Everybody agreed with the cat, for they admired the gardener’s son very
much, and nobody liked the looks of the Prince; but they did not dare to
say anything. That would never have done at all.
“What defence have you to make, sir?” roared the Princess’s sister’s
husband.
“None,” said the gardener’s son. “I love the Princess and shall do so as
long as I live.”
“_That_ won’t be for long,” said the Princess’s sister.
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