The GREEN Fairy Book - online children's book

Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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which he was surrounded and all the pleasures which he might have enjoved, his one thought was to get back to Potentilla. The fairy, however, left him there, promising to do her verv best for him and commanding all her swal­lows and butterflies to wait upon him and do his bidding. One day, as he paced sadly to and fro, he thought he heard a voice he knew calling to him, and sure enough there was the faithful Philomel, Potentilla's favorite, who told him all that had passed and how the sleeping princess had been carried off by the lion, to the great grief of all her four-footed and feathered subjects, and how, not knowing what to do, he had wandered about until he heard the swallows telling one another of the prince who was in their airy castle, and had come to see if it could be Xarcissus. The prince was more distracted than ever, and tried vainly to escape from the castle by leaping from the roof into the clouds; but every time they caught him, and rolling softly up, brought him back to the place from which he started, so at last he gave up the attempt and waited with desperate patience for the return of Melinette. Meanwhile matters were advancing rapidly in the court of King Cloverleaf, for the queen quite made up her mind that such a beauty as Potentilla must be got out of the way as quickly as pos­sible. So she sent for the enchanter secretly, and after making him promise that he would never turn herself and King Cloverleaf out of their kingdom, and that he would take Potentilla far away, so that never again might she set eyes upon her, she arranged the wedding for the next day but one.
You may imagine how Potentilla lamented her sad fate and entreated to be spared. All the comfort she could get out of Frivola was that if she preferred a cup of poison to a rich husband she would certainly provide her with one.
When, then, the fatal day came the unhappy Potentilla was led into the great hall between the king and queen, the latter wild with envy at the murmurs of admiration which rose on all sides at the loveliness of the princess. An instant later in came Grumedan by the opposite door. His hair stood on end and he wore a huge bag-purse and a cravat tied in a bow; his mantle was made of a shower of silver coins with a lining of rose color, and his delight in nis own appearance knew no bounds. That any princess
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