The Sleeping Beautiy
by the Grimm Brohters

                        THE SLEEPING BEAUTY - ( Dornröschen)

                        IN TIMES PAST there lived a King and Queen, who said to each other every day of their lives,
                        "Would that we had a child!" and yet they had none. But it happened once that when the Queen
                        was bathing, there came a frog out of the water, and he squatted on the ground, and said to her,
                        "Thy wish shall be fulfilled; before a year has gone by, thou shalt bring a daughter into the

                        And as the frog foretold, so it happened; and the Queen bore a daughter so beautiful that the
                        King could not contain himself for joy, and he ordained a great feast. Not only did he bid to it his
                        relations, friends, and acquaintances, but also the wise women, that they might be kind and
                        favorable to the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but as he had only provided
                        twelve golden plates for them to eat from, one of them had to be left out.

                        However, the feast was celebrated with all splendor; and as it drew to an end, the wise women
                        stood forward to present to the child their wonderful gifts: one bestowed virtue, one beauty, a
                        third riches, and so on, whatever there is in the world to wish for. And when eleven of them had
                        said their say, in came the uninvited thirteenth, burning to revenge herself, and without greeting or
                        respect, she cried with a loud voice, "In the fifteenth year of her age the Princess shall prick herself
                        with a spindle and shall fall down dead." And without speaking one more word she turned away
                        and left the hall.

                        Every one was terrified at her saying, when the twelfth came forward, for she had not yet
                        bestowed her gift, and though she could not do away with the evil prophecy, yet she could soften
                        it, so she said, "The Princess shall not die, but fall into a deep sleep for a hundred years."

                        Now the King, being desirous of saving his child even from this misfortune, gave commandment
                        that all the spindles in his kingdom should be burnt up.

                        The maiden grew up, adorned with all the gifts of the wise women; and she was so lovely, modest,
                        sweet, and kind and clever, that no one who saw her could help loving her.

                        It happened one day, she being already fifteen years old, that the King and Queen rode abroad;
                        and the maiden was left behind alone in the castle. She wandered about into all the nooks and
                        corners, and into all the chambers and parlors, as the fancy took her, till at last she came to an old
                        tower. She climbed the narrow winding stair which led to a little door, with a rusty key sticking out
                        of the lock; she turned the key, and the door opened, and there in the little room sat an old woman
                        with a spindle, diligently spinning her flax.

                        "Good day, mother," said the Princess, "what are you doing?" "I am spinning," answered the old
                        woman, nodding her head. "What thing is that that twists round so briskly?" asked the maiden,
                        and taking the spindle into her hand she began to spin; but no sooner had she touched it than the
                        evil prophecy was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it. In that very moment she fell back
                        upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep, and this sleep fell upon the whole castle.
                        The King and Queen, who had returned and were in the great hall fell fast asleep, and with them
                        the whole court. The horses in their stalls, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies
                        on the wall, the very fire that flickered on the hearth, became still, and slept like the rest; and the
                        meat on the spit ceased roasting, and the cook, who was going to pull the scullion's hair for some
                        mistake he had made, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind ceased, and not a leaf fell from
                        the trees about the castle.

                        Then round about that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker every year, until at last the
                        whole castle was hidden from view, and nothing of it could be seen but the vane on the roof. And
                        a rumor went abroad in all that country of the beautiful sleeping Rosamond, for so was the
                        Princess called; and from time to time many Kings' sons came and tried to force their way through
                        the hedge; but it was impossible for them to do so, for the thorns held fast together like strong
                        hands, and the young men were caught by them, and not being able to get free, there died a
                        lamentable death.

                        Many a long year afterwards there came a King's son into that country, and heard an old man tell
                        how there should be a castle standing behind the hedge of thorns, and that there a beautiful
                        enchanted Princess named Rosamond had slept for a hundred years, and with her the King and
                        Queen, and the whole court. The old man had been told by his grandfather that many Kings' sons
                        had sought to pass the thorn-hedge, but had been caught and pierced by the thorns, and had died
                        a miserable death. Then said the young man, "Nevertheless, I do not fear to try; I shall win
                        through and see the lovely Rosamond." The good old man tried to dissuade him, but he would not
                        listen to his words.

                        For now the hundred years were at an end, and the day had come when Rosamond should be
                        awakened. When the Prince drew near the hedge of thorns, it was changed into a hedge of
                        beautiful large flowers, which parted and bent aside to let him pass, and then closed behind him in
                        a thick hedge. When he reached the castle-yard, he saw the horses and brindled hunting-dogs
                        lying asleep, and on the roof the pigeons were sitting with their heads under their wings. And
                        when he came indoors, the flies on the wall were asleep, the cook in the kitchen had his hand
                        uplifted to strike the scullion, and the kitchenmaid had the black fowl on her lap ready to pluck.
                        Then he mounted higher, and saw in the hall the whole court lying asleep, and above them, on
                        their thrones, slept the King and the Queen. And still he went farther, and all was so quiet that he
                        could hear his own breathing, and at last he came to the tower, and went up the winding stair, and
                        opened the door of the little room where Rosamond lay.

                        And when he saw her looking so lovely in her sleep, he could not turn away his eyes; and
                        presently he stooped and kissed her, and she awaked, and opened her eyes, and looked very
                        kindly on him. And she rose, and they went forth together, the King and the Queen and whole
                        court waked up, and gazed on each other with great eyes of wonderment. And the horses in the
                        yard got up and shook themselves, the hounds sprang up and wagged their tails, the pigeons on
                        the roof drew their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the field, the flies on the
                        wall  crept on a little farther, the kitchen fire leapt up and blazed, and cooked the
                        meat, the joint on the spit began to roast, the cook gave the scullion such a box on the ear that he
                        roared out, and the maid went on plucking the fowl.

                        Then the wedding of the Prince and Rosamond was held with all splendor, and they lived very
                        happily together until their lives' end. - -

                        THE END

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