The GREEN Fairy Book - online children's book

Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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Once upon a time there lived a king who was immensely rich. He had broad lands and sacks overflowing with gold and silver; but he did not care a bit for all his riches, because the queen his wife was dead. He shut himself up in a little room and knocked his head against the walls for grief, until his courtiers were really afraid that he would hurt himself. So they hung feather-beds between the tapestry and the walls, and then he could go on knocking his head as long as it was any consolation to him without coming to much harm. All his subjects came to see him and said whatever they thought would comfort him: some were grave, even gloomy with him, and some agreeable, even gay; but not one could make the least impression upon him. Indeed, he hardly seemed to hear what they said. At last came a lady who was wrapped in a black mantle and seemed to be in the deepest grief. She wept and sobbed until even the king's attention was attracted; and when she said that, far from coming to try and diminish his grief, she, who had just lost a good hus­band, was come to add her tears to his, since she knew what he must be feeling, the king redoubled his lamenta­tions. Then he told the sorrowful lady long stories about the good qualities of his departed queen, and she in her turn recounted all the virtues of her departed husband; and this passed the time so agreeably that the king quite forgot to thump his head against the feather-beds, and the lady did not need to wipe the tears from her great blue eyes as often as before. By degrees they came to talking about other things in which the king took an interest, and in a wonderfully short time the whole kingdom was
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