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The
Red Fairy Book Edited by
Andrew Lang TO
MASTER BILLY TREMAYNE MILES
A PROFOUND STUDENT
YET
AN AMIABLE CRITIC Contents PREFACE
THE TWELVE DANCING PRINCESSES
THE PRINCESS MAYBLOSSOM
SORIA MORIA CASTLE
THE DEATH OF KOSHCHEI THE DEATHLESS
THE BLACK THIEF AND KNIGHT OF THE GLEN.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โPREFACE In a second gleaning of the fields of Fairy Land we cannot expect to
find a second Perrault. But there are good stories enough left, and it
is hoped that some in the Red Fairy Book may have the attraction of
being less familiar than many of the old friends. The tales have been
translated, or, in the case of those from Madame d'Aulnoy's long
stories, adapted, by Mrs. Hunt from the Norse, by Miss Minnie Wright
from Madame d'Aulnoy, by Mrs. Lang and Miss Bruce from other French
sources, by Miss May Sellar, Miss Farquharson, and Miss Blackley from
the German, while the story of 'Sigurd' is condensed by the Editor from
Mr. William Morris's prose version of the 'Volsunga Saga.' The Editor
has to thank his friend, M. Charles Marelles, for permission to
reproduce his versions of the 'Pied Piper,' of 'Drakestail,' and of
'Little Golden Hood' from the French, and M. Henri Carnoy for the same
privilege in regard to 'The Six Sillies' from La Tradition.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โLady Frances Balfour has kindly copied an old version of 'Jack and the
Beanstalk,' and Messrs. Smith and Elder have permitted the publication
of two of Mr. Ralston's versions from the Russian.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โA. L. THE TWELVE DANCING PRINCESSES I Once upon a time there lived in the village of Montignies-sur-Roc a
little cow-boy, without either father or mother. His real name was
Michael, but he was always called the Star Gazer, because when he drove
his cows over the commons to seek for pasture, he went along with his
head in the air, gaping at nothing.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โAs he had a white skin, blue eyes, and hair that curled all over his
head, the village girls used to cry after him, 'Well, Star Gazer, what
are you doing?' and Michael would answer, 'Oh, nothing,' and go on his
way without even turning to look at them.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โThe fact was he thought them very ugly, with their sun-burnt necks,
their great red hands, their coarse petticoats and their wooden shoes. He had heard that somewhere in the world there were girls whose necks
were white and whose hands were small, who were always dressed in the
finest silks and laces, and were called princesses, and while his
companions round the fire saw nothing in the flames but common everyday
fancies, he dreamed that he had the happiness to marry a princess.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โII One morning about the middle of August, just at mid-day when the sun
was hottest, Michael ate his dinner of a piece of dry bread, and went
to sleep under an oak. And while he slept he dreamt that there appeared
before him a beautiful lady, dressed in a robe of cloth of gold, who
said to him: 'Go to the castle of Beloeil, and there you shall marry a
princess.'
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โThat evening the little cow-boy, who had been thinking a great deal
about the advice of the lady in the golden dress, told his dream to the
farm people. But, as was natural, they only laughed at the Star Gazer.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โ