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Fairy Adventures from Chronicles of Pantouflia By Andrew Lang

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King Prigio. The queen could not read most of them herself, but the king used to read them aloud to her. A good many years had passed — seventeen, in fact — since Queen Rosalind was married, but you would not think it to look at her. Her grey eyes were as kind and soft and beautiful, her dark hair as dark, and her pretty colour as like a white rose blushing, as on the day when she was a bride. And she was as fond of the king as when he was only Prince Prigio, and he was as fond of her as on the night when he first met her at the ball.
" No, I don't know what to do with Dick," said the king.
He meant his son, Prince Ricardo, but he called him Dick in private.
" I believe it's the fault of his education," his Majesty went on. " We have not brought him up rightly. These fair}' books are at the bottom of his provoking behaviour," and he glanced round the shelves. " Now, when / was a boy, my dear mother tried to prevent me from reading fairy books, because she did not believe in fairies."
" But she was wrong, you know," said the queen. " Why, if it had not been for all these fairy presents, the Cap of Darkness and all the rest of them, you never could have killed the Fire-beast and the Ice-beast, and—you never could have married me," the queen added, in a
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