‘I live in a hut on the edge of the forest,’ she answered, blushing,
for she had never spoken to a prince before. ‘As to the wreath, I know
not how it came there, unless it may be the gift of some doves whom I
fed when they were starving! The prince was delighted with this
answer, which showed the goodness of the girl’s heart, and besides he
had fallen in love with her beauty, and would not be content till she
promised to return with him to the palace, and become his bride. The
old king was naturally disappointed at his son’s choice of a wife, as
he wished him to marry a neighbouring princess; but as from his birth
the prince had always done exactly as he like, nothing was said and a
splendid wedding feast was got ready.
The day after her marriage the bride sent a messenger, bearing handsome
presents to her father, and telling him of the good fortune which had
befallen her. As may be imagined, the stepmother and her daughter were
so filled with envy that they grew quite ill, and had to take to their
beds, and nobody would have been sorry it they had never got up again;
but that did not happen. At length, however, they began to feel
better, for the mother invented a plan by which she could be revenged
on the girl who had never done her any harm.
Her plan was this. In the town where she had lived before she was
married there was an old witch, who had more skill in magic that any
other witch she knew. To this witch she would go and beg her to make
her a mask with the face of her stepdaughter, and when she had the mask
the rest would be easy. She told her daughter what she meant to do,
and although the daughter could only say ‘dirty creatures,’ in answer,
she nodded and smiled and looked well pleased.
Everything fell out exactly as the woman had hoped. By the aid of her
magic mirror the witch beheld the new princess walking in her gardens
in a dress of green silk, and in a few minutes had produced a mask so
like her, that very few people could have told the difference.
However, she counselled the woman that when her daughter first wore
it-- for that, of course, was what she intended her to do--she had
better pretend that she had a toothache, and cover her head with a lace
veil. The woman thanked her and paid her well, and returned to her
hut, carrying the mask under her cloak.
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