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Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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successful that the princess quite dreaded the cessation of
these amusing dreams, in which a certain Prince Narcissus
was such a delightful lover and companion. After that he
went a step further and began to have long talks with the
princess—still, however, keeping himself invisible, until
she begged him so earnestly to appear to her that he could
no longer resist, and after making her promise that, no
matter what he was like, she would still love him, he drew
the ring from his finger, and the princess saw with delight
that he was as handsome as he was agreeable. Now,
indeed, they were perfectly happy, and they passed the
whole long summer day in Potentilla's favorite place by
the brook, and when at last Prince Narcissus had to leave
her, it seemed to them both that the hours had gone by
with the most amazing swiftness. The princess stayed
where she was, dreaming of her delightful prince, and
nothing could have been further from her thoughts than
any trouble or misfortune, when suddenly, in a cloud of
dust and shavings, by came the enchanter Grumedan, and
unluckily he chanced to catch sight of Potentilla. Down
he came straightway and alighted at her feet, and one look
at her charming blue eyes and smiling lips quite decided
him that he must appear to her at once, though he was
rather annoyed to remember that he had on only his
second-best cloak. The princess sprang to her feet with
a cry of terror at this sudden apparition, for really the
enchanter was no beauty. To begin with, he was very big
and clumsy; then he had but one eye, and his teeth were
long, and he stammered badly, nevertheless, he had an
excellent opinion of himself, and mistook the princess' cry
of terror for an exclamation of delighted surprise. After
pausing a moment to give her time to admire him, the
enchanter made her the most complimentary speech he
could invent, which did not please her at all*, though he
was extremely delighted with it himself. Poor Potentilla
only shuddered and cried.
"Oh! where is my Narcissus?'-'
To which he replied with a self-satisfied chuckle: "You want a narcissus, madam? Well, they are not rare. You shall have as many as you like."
Whereupon he waved his wand, and the princess found herself surrounded and half-buried in the fragrant flowers. bhe would certainly have betrayed that this was not the
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