Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen who had a
little baby-daughter. They asked all the fairies in the kingdom to the
christening, but unfortunately forgot to invite one of them, because it
happened that unfortunately there were thirteen fairies, and the King had only
twelve gold plates for the feast. So he was obliged to pretend he had forgotten
the thirteenth fairy.The twelve fairies came to the christening and they each
brought a magic gift to the infant Princess.One gave her beauty, another health
and happiness, another cleverness, another sweet temper and a kind heart, and
so on until it came to the twelfth fairy.
But before she could speak the door flew open and in there
swept the thirteenth fairy, who had not been invited. She had an ugly frown on
her face, and looked so angry that every one drew back to let her pass.
Straight up to the baby she went, and she looked crossly at the little
beautiful face.
‘You shall have my gift, though I was not invited to the
christening,’ she said with a spiteful smile. ‘When you are fifteen years old,
you shall prick your finger with a spindle and fall down dead.’
Then she cast an evil look all round, and flew out of the
window.
Every one stood quite silent with grief and horror, until
the twelfth fairy stepped forward and waved her wand.
‘I have still a gift to bestow,’ she said, ‘and though I may
not change the wicked fairy’s prophecy, I can at least make it less evil. The
Princess shall not die when she pricks her finger with the spindle, but she
shall fall into a deep sleep, which will last a hundred years.'
Then
all the fairies left the palace, and the King and Queen began to think that
perhaps the wicked fairy had been only a bad dream. But in case any harm should
really come to the little Princess Briar-Rose, it was ordered that every
spinning-wheel in the kingdom should be destroyed. And very soon not a spindle
was to be found throughout all the length and breadth of the land.
Now
the fairy gifts which had been given to the Princess were seen more and more
clearly by mortal eyes as she grew older. She was as beautiful as a flower, and
as clever as she was good, and as happy as the day was long. The King and Queen
thought no more of the evil prophecy, and so the years slipped by until
Briar-Rose was fifteen.
It happened that on her fifteenth birthday the King and
Queen went out together, and the Princess was left all alone in the palace and
began to feel very dull, so she thought she would go through all the rooms in
the palace and look for adventures.
After a while she came to a little turret-stair which she
never remembered having seen before, and when she climbed to the top she came
to a curious little door. The Princess knocked and an old cracked voice cried
out ‘Come in.’
And when Briar-Rose opened the door she saw a little old
woman sitting there with a spinning-wheel.
‘Oh, what a funny thing that is!’ said Briar-Rose, looking
at the spinning-wheel, for she had never seen such a thing before. ‘How I
should love to make it go whirling round and round!’
And she put out her hand to touch it, but the spindle
pricked her finger and a tiny drop of blood sprang out. Before she had even
time to cry out, part of the fairy’s evil prophecy came true, for she sank down
on the stone bench and fell fast asleep.
At that very moment everybody and everything in the palace
stopped what they were doing, and fell fast asleep too.
The King and Queen sank down in two royal chairs; the cook
in the kitchen, who was just going to box the scullion’s ears, went fast asleep
with her hand still in the air. The scullion, with his mouth wide open, ready
to roar with the pain, left it open and went fast asleep too. The horses in the
stable went to sleep in the middle of eating their corn; the pigeons on the
stable roof hadn’t even time to tuck their heads under their wings, but fell
asleep as they were strutting around with their tails still spread out. The
flies slept on the ceiling; the canary did not want to have the green cover put
over its cage, but slept in broad daylight. The fire stopped crackling and
burning, the pots stopped boiling, nothing stirred, nothing moved, not a sound
was heard. Only round the palace there sprung up a hedge of briar-roses which
grew taller and taller, as time went on, until the palace was quite hidden, and
not even the top of the flagstaff could be seen.
And as the years went by people began to forget about the
palace. Only the old people would tell the children sometimes about the
beautiful Princess who once lived in a palace where the briar-roses grew. But
the children thought it was a make-believe story, for the hedge was so thick
and so high that no one could see what was inside.
Sometimes a Prince would come riding by and listen to the
tale, and then try and cut his way through the thick hedge, to see if there was
really a beautiful Princess on the other side. But the thorns tore every one
who tried to force his way through, and sometimes put out his eyes, so the
Princes grew tired of trying, and each year the hedge grew taller and thicker.
Now it happened that on the very day when the Princess had
been asleep for a hundred years, there chanced to come to that country a Prince
who was braver and handsomer than any of the Princes who had come before. He
had never known what it meant to be beaten or to give in, and when he heard the
story of the Princess Briar-Rose he made up his mind to find her.
But when he got to the great hedge, he found it covered with
pale pink roses, and the branches parted in front of him to make a passage, and
all the thorns looked the other way. On he walked through the cool, green path,
while the roses nodded and smiled on him all the way. And when he came to the
other side he saw a stately palace, just as the old people had described it.
Not a sound broke the solemn stillness, not a leaf whispered in the breeze.
Then, when he entered the great hall, he saw the King and
Queen fast asleep on their royal chairs, and everything and everybody were
exactly the same as when they had fallen asleep a hundred years ago.
Presently the Prince noticed the turret steps that led to
the tower, and he climbed them, just as the Princess had done. And when he
opened the door and stepped in, he stood still in wonder and delight.
The Princess lay there fast asleep, her fair face turned
towards him, just as she had sunk down to rest a hundred years ago. Everything
was unchanged except that now around the bed was a canopy of briar-roses
protecting her as she slept. The flowers breathed their beauty around her, and
the sharp thorns guarded her from all harm.
So beautiful did the Princess look lying there, like a pale
rose herself, that the Prince was drawn to her side, and bending over her he
kissed her cheek.
The Princess’s eyelids quivered, and the next moment her
eyes opened. She looked up and saw the Prince bending over her, and when their
eyes met she gave a little cry of joy.
‘Oh,’ she cried, ‘you have come at last. I have been
dreaming and dreaming of you, and I thought you were never coming to wake me.’
Now the moment the Princess opened her eyes every one and
everything in the palace began to awake too. The King and Queen walked with
stately tread through the hail, the cook gave the scullion a sounding box on
his ear. The scullion roared with his mouth wide open, the horses went on
eating their corn, the pigeons strutted about on the roof, the flies walked
busily up and down the ceiling.
And the great hedge of briar-roses sank down and down till
it vanished in the earth, and not even a bud was left.
‘But what does it matter if the roses are gone ?’ said the
Prince, ‘since I have got my own Briar-Rose, who is fairest of them all.’
And so they were married and lived happily ever after.
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