The GREEN Fairy Book - online children's book

Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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to please me and you shall always find good friends when you need them most. As for this affair with rhe ambassa dor, you can assure Sabella that she may look forward tranquilly to his triumphal entry, since it will all turn out well for her n the end."
The prince tried to throw himself at her feet to thank her, but woke to find it was all a dream. Nevertheless he took fresh courage, and went next day to see the princess, to whom he gave many mysterious assurances that all would yet be well. He even went so far as to ask her if she would not be very grateful to any one who would rid her of the insolent Brandatimor. To which she replied that her gratitude would know no bounds. Then he wanted to know what would be her best wish for the per­son who was lucky enough to accomplish it. To which she said that she would wish them to be as insensible to the folly called "love" as she was herself!
This was indeed a crushing speech to make to such a devoted lover a3 Prince Manikin, but he concealed the pain it caused him with great courage.
And now the ambassador sent to say that on the very next day he would come in state to receive his answer, and from the earliest dawn the inhabitants were astir to secure the best places for the grand sight; but the good fairy Genesta was providing them an amount of amusement they were far from expecting, for she so enchanted the eyes of all the spectators that when the ambassador's gor­geous procession appeared, the splendid uniforms seemed to them miserable rags that a beggar would have been ashamed to wear, the prancing horses appeared as wretched skeletons hardly able to drag one leg after the other, while their trappings, which really sparkled with gold and jewels, looked like old sheepskins that would not have been good enough for a plow-horse. The pages resembled the ugliest sweeps. The trumpets gave no more sound than whistles made of onion-stalks or combs wrapped in paper; while the train of fifty carriages looked no better than fifty donkey-carts. In the last of these sat the ambassa­dor with the haughty and scornful air which he considered becoming in the representative of so powerful a monarch; for this was the crowning point of the absurdity of the whole procession, that all who took part in it wore the expression of vanity and self-satisfaction and pride at
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