‘If I could but get up into the turret,’ she thought, ‘to see if any
one is coming.’ But to climb up there seemed impossible. Nevertheless
she presently hit upon a plan. The great clock was in the turret, as
she knew, though the weights hung down into the gallery. Taking one of
them off the rope, she tied herself on in its place, and when the clock
was wound, up she went triumphantly into the turret. She looked out
over the country the first thing, but seeing nothing she sat down to
rest a little, and accidentally leant back against the wall which
Curlicue, or rather Prince Peerless, had so hastily mended. Out fell
the broken stone, and with it the golden key. The clatter it made upon
the floor attracted the Princess Cabbage-Stalk’s attention.
She picked it up, and after a moment’s consideration decided that it
must belong to the curious old cabinet in the corner, which had no
visible keyhole. And then it was not long before she had it open, and
was admiring the treasures it contained as much as Prince Peerless had
done before her, and at last she came to the carbuncle box. No sooner
had she opened it than with a shudder of horror she tried to throw it
down, but found that some mysterious power compelled her to hold it
against her will. And at this moment a voice in her ear said softly:
‘Take courage, Princess; upon this adventure your future happiness
depends.’
‘What am I to do?’ said the Princess trembling.
‘Take the box,’ replied the voice, ‘and hide it under your pillow, and
when you see an Eagle, give it to him without losing a moment.’
Terrified as the Princess was, she did not hesitate to obey, and
hastened to put back all the other precious things precisely as she had
found them. By this time her guards were seeking her everywhere, and
they were amazed to find her up in the turret, for they said she could
only have got there by magic. For three days nothing happened, but at
last in the night the Princess heard something flutter against her
window, and drawing back her curtains she saw in the moonlight that it
was an Eagle.
Limping across at her utmost speed she threw the window open, and the
great Eagle sailed in beating with his wings for joy. The Princess lost
no time in offering it the carbuncle box, which it grasped in its
talons, and instantly disappeared, leaving in its place the most
beautiful Prince she had ever seen, who was splendidly dressed, and
wore a diamond crown.
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