Once upon a time there wa a Queen who had a beautiful baby daughter. She aked all the fairie in the kingdom to the chritening, but unfortunately forgot to invite one of them, who wa a bit of a witch a well. She came anyway, but a he paed the baby’ cradle, he aid:
”When you are ixteen, you will injure yourelf with a pindle and die!”
”Oh, no!” creamed the Queen in horror. A good fairy quickly chanted a magic pell to change the cure. When he hurt herelf, the girl would fall into a very deep leep intead of dying.
The year went by, the little Prince grew and became the mot beautiful girl in the whole kingdom. Her mother wa alway very careful to keep her away from pindle, but the Prince, on her ixteenth birthday, a he wandered through the catle, came into a room where an old ervant wa pinning.
”What are you doing?” he aked the ervant.
”I’m pinning. Haven’t you een a pindle before?”
”No. Let me ee it!” The ervant handed the girl the pindle … and he pricked herelf with it and. with a igh, dropped to the
floor.
The terrified old woman hurried to tell the Queen. Beide herelf with anguih, the Queen did her bet to awaken her daughter but in vain. The court doctor and wizard were called, but there wa nothing they could do. The girl could not be wakened from her deep leep. The good fairy who managed to avoid the wort of the cure came too, and the Queen aid to her,[由www.hAozuowEn.com整理]
”When will my daughter waken?”
”I don’t know,” the fairy admitted adly.
”In a year’ time, ten year or twenty?” the Queen went on.
”Maybe in a hundred year’ time. Who know?” aid the fairy.
”Oh! What would make her waken?” aked the Queen weeplng.
”Love,” replied the fairy. “If a man of pure heart were to fall in love with her, that would bring her back to life!”
”How can a man fall in love with a leeping girl?” obbed the Queen, and o heart-broken wa he that, a few day later, he died. The leeping Prince wa taken to her room and laid on the bed urrounded by garland of flower. She wa o beautiful, with a weet face, not like thoe of the dead, but pink like thoe who are leeping peacefully. The good fairy aid to herelf,
”When he waken, who i he going to ee around her? Strange face and people he doen’t know? I can never let that happen. It would be too painful for thi unfortunate girl.jpg”
So the fairy cat a pell; and everyone that lived in the catle – oldier, miniter, guard, ervant, ladie, page, cook, maid and knight – all fell into a deep leep, wherever they were at that very moment.
”Now,” thought the fairy, “when the Prince wake up, they too will awaken, and life will go on from there.jpg” And he left the catle, now wrapped in ilence. Not a ound wa to be heard, nothing moved except for the clock, but when they too ran down, they topped, and time topped with them. Not even the faintet rutle wa to be heard, only the wind whitling round the turret, not a ingle voice, only the cry of bird.
The year ped pat. In the catle ground, the tree grew tall. The buhe became thick and traggling, the gra invaded the courtyard and the creeper pread up the wall. In a hundred year, a dene foret grew up.
Now, it o happened that a Prince arrived in thee part. He wa the on of a king in a country cloe by. Young, handome and melancholy, he ought in olitude everything he could not find in the company of other men: erenity, incerity and purity. Wandering on hi truty teed he arrived, one day, at the dark foret. Being adventurou, he decided to
explore it. He made hi way through lowly and with a truggle, for the tree and buhe grew in a thick tangle. A few hour later, now loing heart, he wa about to turn hi ore and go back when he thought he could ee omething through the tree . . . He puhed back the branche . . .. Wonder of wonder! There in front of him tood a catle with high tower. The young man tood tock till in amazement,
“I wonder who thi catle belong to?” he thought.
The young Prince rode on toward the catle. The drawbridge wa down and, holding hi hore by the rein, he croed over it. Immediately he aw the inhabitant draped all over the tep, the hall and courtyard, and aid to himelf,
”Good heaven! They’re dead!” But in a moment, he realied that they were ound aleep. “Wake up! Wake up!” he houted, but nobody moved. Still thoroughly atonihed, he went into the catle and again dicovered more people, lying fat aleep on the floor. A
though led by a hand in the complete ilence, the Prince finally reached the room where the beautiful Prince lay fat aleep. For a long time he tood gazing at her face, o full of erenity, o peaceful, lovely and pure, and he felt pring to hi heart that
love he had alway been earching for and never found. Overcome by emotion, he went cloe, lifted the girl’ little white hand and gently kied it . . .
At that ki, the prlnce qulckly opened her eye, and wakening from her long long leep, eeing the Prince beide her, murmured:
”Oh, you have come at lat! I wa waiting for you in my dream. I’ve waited o long!”
Jut then, the pell wa broken. The Prince roe to her feet, holding out her hand to the Prince. And the whole catle woke up too. Everybody roe to their feet and they all tared round in amazement, wondering what had happened. When they finally realied, they ruhed to the Prince, more beautiful and happier then ever.
A few day later, the catle that only a hort time before had lain in ilence, now rang with the ound of inging, muic and happy laughter at the great party given in honour of the Prince and Prince, who were getting married. They lived happily ever after, a they alway do in fairy tale, not quite o often, however, in real life.