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In the olden times when men and women
as we now behold them were yet in the
womb of time and the Lords holy feet
were still treading the stony expanses of
the earth in those old days there was
an emperor, as gloomy and woeful as
midnight; and he had an empress as
young and bright as noonday.
With waxy fingers, she spun a silverwhite bundle of wool from a golden
distaff, making it into a thin, white,
gleaming thread; more like a
throbbing moon ray than like actual
spun yarn.
At the sound of the Princes light
steps, the girl raised her blue eyes, as
blue as the waters of a lake.
Welcome, fair Prince, she said, her
clear eyes half-closed. Its been a
long time since I dreamed of you... As
my fingers spun the yarn, so my
thoughts spun a dream, a lovely
dream in which we two loved each
other. I was spinning a silver tuft, my
Prince, and was going to weave a
garment for you to wear and me to
love. The work of my hands to clothe
you, the days of my life to bless you
said:
You wont be able to kidnap me, unless you have a
horse such as my fathers, for that horse has two
hearts inside of it. I will ask father tonight where he
got his horse, so that you too can get one like it.
Meanwhile, Ill turn you into a flower so that my
father wont find you.
He sat upon a chair, she whispered some sweet charm
and as soon as she kissed his brow, he turned into a red
flower, as dark-red as a ripe wild cherry. She placed it
in the window among her flowers and sang for joy so
that the castle echoed.
Just then, Genario came in.
Cheerful, my child? Why should you be so cheerful?
he asked.
Because there is no Prince Charming to steal me,
she answered, laughing.
They sat down to dinner.
Father, the girl said, who gave you the horse
that you ride when you go out hunting?
What is that to you he said, frowning.
I just want to know, thats all, you can be sure,
the girl answered, since theres no prince to steal
me.
You know I never go against your wishes,
Genario said. Far away, by the seashore, dwells and
old woman who has seven mares. She hires men to
watch over them, by the year, though the year with her
lasts only three days; if a man is good at his job, she
lets him choose a colt for his pay; if not, she kills him
and hoists his head upon a pole. But even if a man
keeps good watch shell still cheat him, for she takes
the hearts out of all he horses and crams them into a
single one, so that the man will more often than not
choose a heartless horse which is worse than an
ordinary one... Are you satisfied, my child?
Quite, she answered, smiling.
The bridegroom put on a shirt of moon rayspun yard, a pearly belt, and a snow-white
cape.