would have said it was an angel lying there, so lovely was she, for her swoon had not robbed her complexion of its glowing tints. Her cheeks were still rosy, and her lips like
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE, MY
GOOD WOMAN?” SAID THE PRINCESS
coral. Her eyes were shut, but you could hear her soft breathing, and see clearly enough that she was not dead.
He gave orders that the princess should be left to sleep undisturbed until the time for her awakening should come. The good fairy who had saved her life by dooming her to sleep for a hundred years was in the kingdom of Mataquin, twelve thousand leagues away, when the accident happened to the princess; but the news was soon brought to her by a little dwarf, who had seven-league boots, so that he could go seven leagues at each step. The fairy started off
