In the meantime the Prince was kept safely locked up in his tower, and,
that he might be as dull as possible, King Grumpy ordered that no one
should speak to him, and that they should give him next to nothing to
eat. But all the Prince’s guards were so fond of him that they did
everything they dared, in spite of the King, to make the time pass
pleasantly.
One day, as the Prince was walking up and down the great gallery,
thinking how miserable it was to be so ugly, and to be forced to marry
an equally frightful Princess, he looked up suddenly and noticed that
the painted windows were particularly bright and beautiful, and for the
sake of doing something that would change his sad thoughts he began to
examine them attentively. He found that the pictures seemed to be
scenes from the life of a man who appeared in every window, and the
Prince, fancying that he saw in this man some resemblance to himself,
began to be deeply interested. In the first window there was a picture
of him in one of the turrets of the tower, farther on he was seeking
something in a chink in the wall, in the next picture he was opening an
old cabinet with a golden key, and so it went on through numbers of
scenes, and presently the Prince noticed that another figure occupied
the most important place in each scene, and this time it was a tall
handsome young man: poor Prince Curlicue found it a pleasure to look at
him, he was so straight and strong. By this time it had grown dark, and
the Prince had to go back to his own room, and to amuse himself he took
up a quaint old book and began to look at the pictures. But his
surprise was great to find that they represented the same scenes as the
windows of the gallery, and what was more, that they seemed to be
alive. In looking at pictures of musicians he saw their hands move and
heard sweet sounds; there was a picture of a ball, and the Prince could
watch the little dancing people come and go. He turned a page, and
there was an excellent smell of a savoury dinner, and one of the
figures who sat at the feast looked at him and said:
‘We drink your health, Curlicue. Try to give us our Queen again, for if
you do you will be rewarded; if not, it will be the worse for you.’
At these words the Prince, who had been growing more and more
astonished, was fairly terrified, and dropping the book with a crash he
sank back insensible. The noise he made brought his guards to his aid,
and as soon as he revived they asked him what was the matter. He
answered that he was so faint and giddy with hunger that he had
imagined he saw and heard all sorts of strange things. Thereupon, in
spite of the King’s orders, the guards gave him an excellent supper,
and when he had eaten it he again opened his book, but could see none
of the wonderful pictures, which convinced him that he must have been
dreaming before.
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