The royal parents intended to tell their sons the reason for this
imprisonment when Rosetta should have reached the age of eighteen. Her
brothers would then understand that it was not through any cruelty that
their sister was kept prisoner, but to protect their own lives.
Unfortunately, just before Rosetta’s eighteenth birthday the King and
Queen both died, and so suddenly that they had no time to reveal to
anyone what the fairy had told them.
The keys of the tower were given to the elder prince, and one of his
first acts was to set Rosetta free.
The princess was delighted to be able to see at last what the world
outside of her tower was like. Everything was a wonder to her—the
trees, the grass, the flowers and fountains. She wished to know the
names of everything.
At one spot in the gardens a peacock sat sunning itself.
“What is that beautiful creature called?” she asked.
“That, dear sister, is a peacock,” answered the princes.
“A peacock!” cried Rosetta. “Never in my life did I dream that such a
beautiful thing existed. I am sure that in all the world there can be
nothing else that is quite so beautiful. Dear brothers, if you love me,
find the King of the Peacocks and bring him here, for he, and he alone,
shall be my husband. Moreover, unless you find him and bring him to me,
I shall certainly die of grief.”
The princes loved their sister so dearly that they could refuse nothing
that she asked of them. They at once began to make ready to set out
into the world in search of the country of the peacocks. Before
starting they caused a portrait of their sister to be painted. This
they intended to take with them to the Peacock country, for they were
sure that if the king of that country could only know how beautiful
Rosetta was, he would never be contented until he had her for his queen.
As soon as their preparations had been made and the portrait was
finished, the two princes set out upon their travels. They journeyed
on and on, over many seas and many mountains and through many strange
lands, until at last they came to a country where there were nothing
but peacocks. There were peacock bakers and peacock tradesmen. Peacocks
went in and out of the houses, and drove through the streets in
magnificent coaches shining with gold and precious stones. Everywhere
were only peacocks spreading their tails and parading in all their
magnificence. Strangely enough, however, the King who ruled over this
country was not a peacock at all, but a young man so handsome and
graceful that even the peacocks could not equal him in beauty.
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