Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
The prince turned the great stone mill till the brazen boat came
flying towards the shore. They entered it, and so crossed the water
and came to the other side. They did not tarry in the garden, but
went straight to the snow-white palace and to the great vaulted
chamber where was the statue. “Yes,” said the old man, “it is the
youngest princess, sure enough.”
The prince said nothing, but he dipped up some of the water in his
palm and dashed it upon the statue. “If you are the princess, take
your true shape again,” said he. Before the words had left his lips
the statue became flesh and blood, and the princess stepped down
from where she stood, and the prince thought that he had never seen
any one so beautiful as she. “You have brought me back to life,”
said she, “and whatever I shall have shall be yours as well as
mine.”
Then they all set their faces homeward again, and the prince took
with him a cupful of the water of life.
When they reached the farther shore the black dogs came running to
meet them. The prince sprinkled the water he carried upon them, and
as soon as it touched them that instant they were black dogs no
longer, but the tall, noble young men that the sorceress queen had
bewitched. There, as the old man had hoped, he found his own three
sons, and kissed them with the tears running down his face.
But when the people of that land learned that their youngest
princess, and the one whom they loved, had come back again, and
that the two sorceresses would trouble them no longer, they
shouted and shouted for joy. All the town was hung with flags and
illuminated, the fountains ran with wine, and nothing was heard but
sounds of rejoicing. In the midst of it all the prince married the
princess, and so became the king of that country.
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* * * * *
And now to go back again to the beginning.
After the youngest prince had been driven away from home, and the
old king had divided the kingdom betwixt the other two, things
went for a while smoothly and joyfully. But by little and little
the king was put to one side until he became as nothing in his own
land. At last hot words passed between the father and the two sons,
and the end of the matter was that the king was driven from the
land to shift for himself.
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