(Overnight Music) #8 FARTING BEAUTY - Jasons Bed Time Story Time

Hello and welcome to jasonnewland.com. My name is Jason Newland and this is Jason's Bedtime Storytime. Please only listen when you can safely close your eyes. And the idea behind this podcast is for me to read you a nice little bedtime story.

And you can drift away into a wonderful slumber of sleepiness. So, let's have a look at what I'm going to do. I'm going to read you a book, a famous one, but it's the original version from, I'm trying to see what year it is.

According to this, it's... Well, I've got it from guttenberg.org. It's an open source book, which means I'm allowed to read it. I can't get the actual date on when it was first released. Anyway, it is Sleeping Beauty and Other Fairy Stories or Other Fairy Tales from the Old French.

And so I'm just going to read Sleeping Beauty. So Sleeping Beauty is what I'm going to read. Isn't that exciting? So I'm just going to see how long it lasts.

And it's quite a big book. It's quite a fair... So I'll read Sleeping Beauty today and then next time maybe I'll read Beauty and the Beast. Yeah.

Oops, blue beard and blue beard maybe and... Okay. So this is the Sleeping Beauty. So get yourself nice and comfortable.

And if you're going to go to sleep, lying down on a bed might be useful. If you're standing in the corner of the room, balancing on one leg, that might not be ideal. So, you know, get yourself so you're comfortable where you can enjoy a lovely, relaxing bedtime story and you can just drift off to sleep.

So according to this, um, Arthakura Couch, is that the person that wrote this book? I think. Illustrated by Edmund Dulac. It was published in New York.

So my, I think, from what I can see, is it was a French story that was re-what's-it-did, you know, interpreted, reinterpreted or, you know, in New Yorkese. So here we go. The Sleeping Beauty.

Once upon a time, there lived a king and a queen who lacked but one thing on earth to make them entirely happy. The king was young, handsome and wealthy. The queen had a nature as good and gentle as her face was beautiful.

And they adored one another, having married for love, which among kings and queens is not always the rule. Moreover, they reigned over a kingdom of peace, and their people were devoted to them. What more, then, would they possibly want? Well, they wanted one thing very badly, and the lack of it grieved them more than words can tell.

They had no child. Vows, pilgrimages, all ways were tried. Yet for a long while, nothing came of it all, and the poor queen especially was in despair.

I've never tried vows and pilgrimages. I do know another way of... At last, however, to her own and her husband's inexpressible joy, she gave birth to a daughter. As soon as the palace guns announced this event, what did he get people to do? The whole nation went wild with delight.

Flags waved everywhere. Bells were set pealing until the steeples rocked. How do you peel a bell? It's made of metal, isn't it? Crowds tossed up their hats and cheered, while the soldiers presented arms.

I mean, they've all got arms. Well, you know, generally, presented their arms. What did the queen look? Here's my legs, here's my ears.

And even strangers meeting in the street fell upon each other's neck. Fell upon each other's neck? Were they drunk? How do you fall on someone's neck? Were they wrestling? So, strangers meeting in the street fell upon each other's neck, exclaiming, Our king, no, sorry, our queen has a daughter. Yes, yes, our queen has a daughter.

Long live the little princess. A name had now to be found for the royal babe. And the king and queen, after talking over some scores of names at length, decided to call her Aurora, which means the dawn.

The dawn itself, thought they, was never more beautiful than this darling of theirs. The next business, of course, was to hold a christening. They agreed that it must be a magnificent one, and as a first step, they invited all the fairies they could find in the land to be godmothers to the princess Aurora.

That each one of them might bring her a gift, as was the custom with fairies in those days, and so she might have all the perfections imaginable. Bit greedy, weren't they? I mean, they are king and queens, so they, can you imagine that? Inviting people to your wedding, because you are going to get gifts, you know, just inviting complete strangers. Invite the whole town, the whole city, invite the whole country, come, come to my wedding.

I mean, you can never have too many toasters. Anyway, I don't know when they said the fairies bring gifts, whether it's gifts like magical gifts or, you know, like little dresses or, you know, a stick of dynamite, but that's not really a very nice gift, is it? Laptop? I don't know. Wheelbarrow? After making long inquiries, for I should tell you that all this happened not so many hundred years ago, when fairies were already growing somewhat scarce.

They found seven. That wasn't his name, it was the number of fairies, but this again pleased them, because seven is a lucky number. Okay, a bit of superstition going on here.

After the ceremonies of the christening, while the trumpeters sounded their fanfares, and the guns boomed out again from the great tower, all the company returned to the royal palace to find a great feast arrayed. Arrayed, that's a word we don't really use anymore, isn't it? Seats of honour had been set for the seven fairy godmothers, and before each was laid a dish of honour, with a dish covered of solid gold, and beside the dish a spoon, a knife, and a fork, all of pure gold, and all set with diamonds and rubies.

A bit over the top, but yeah.

But just as they were seating themselves at table, oh that's bad grammar, isn't it? At the table. Perhaps they didn't have grammar back then. I mean they're showing off with some of their words like arrayed, but missed out the the, with a dish cover of, oh, but just as they were seating themselves at table, maybe it's northern, just as they were sitting themselves at table, to the dismay of everyone, there appeared in the doorway an old crone, dressed in black and leaning on a crutched stick.

A crutch. Her chin and her hooked nose almost met together like a pair of nutcrackers, for she had very few teeth remaining, but between them she growled to the guests in a terrible voice. I'm the ugly Iglaine.

Pray, where are your king's manners, that I have not been invited? She had in fact been overlooked, and this was not surprising, because she lived at the far end of the country, in a lonely tower, set around by the forest. For 50 years she had never come out of this tower, but she stuck, and everyone believed her to be dead or enchanted. That, you must know, is the commonest way the fairies have of ending.

They lock themselves up in a tower, or within a hollow oak, and are never seen again. The king, though she chose to accuse his manners, was in fact the politest of men. He hurried to express his regrets, led her to table.

Maybe it's just one table, in existence, at this time, it was just one table, so he didn't like THE table, because it was just one table. And he actually led her to the table with his own hand, and ordered a dish to be set for her. But with the best will in the world, he could not give her a dish cover such as the others had, because seven only had been made up for the seven invited fairies.

The old crow received his excuses very ungraciously, while accepting a seat. It was plain that she had taken a deep offense. One of the younger fairies, Hippolyta by name, who sat by, overheard her mumbling threats between her teeth.

Blimey, how big were the gaps! And fearing that she might bestow some unlucky gift upon the little princess, went as soon as she rose from the table and hid herself close by the cradle, behind the tapestry, as she might have the last word and undo so far as she could what evil the fairy Ugliani might have in her mind. Ugliani, Ugliani, see, ugly. I wonder where the word ugly came from?

Wow, isn't that interesting? She had scarcely concealed herself before the other fairies began to advance, one by one, to bestow their gifts to the princess.

The youngest promised her that she should be the most beautiful creature in the world. After all, pray the fairy, the next that she should have the wit of an angel, the third a marvellous grace in all her ways, the fourth that she should dance to perfection, the fifth that she should sing like a nightingale, the sixth that she should play exquisitely on all instruments of music. I think I'd have preferred a toaster.

Now came the turn of the old fairy Ugliani. Her head nodded with spite and old age together as she bent over the cradle and shook her crutched staff above the head of the pretty baby. Who slept unsweetly, too young, too innocent, as yet to dream of any such thing as a mischief in this world.

This is my gift for you, Princess Aurora, announced the hag, still in a creaky voice that shook as spitefully as her body. I promise that one day you shall pierce your hand with a spindle and on that day you shall surely die. Oh, lovely night time story for children.

At these terrible words the pure queen, poor queen, fell back fainting into her husband's arms. A trembling seized the whole court. The ladies were in tears and the younger lords and knights were calling out to seize and burn the wicked witch.

When the young fairy stepped forth from behind the tapestry and passing by Ugliani, who stood scornful in the midst of this outcry, she thus addressed their magistries. Take comfort, O King and Queen. Your daughter shall not die thus.

It is true. I have not the power wholly to undo what this elder sister of mine has done. The princess must indeed pierce her hand with a spindle.

But instead of dying, she shall only fall into a deep slumber that shall last for many, many years, at the end of which the king's son shall come and wake her. Whenever this misfortune happens to your little Aurora, do not doubt that I, the fairy, Hippolyta, her grandmother, shall get near to it and come at once to render a bell by way. The king, while declaring himself infinitely obliged to the good fairy Hippolyta, could not help feeling that hers was but cold comfort at the best.

He gave orders to close the Christian festivities at once, although the fairy Ugliani, their spoiled joy, had already taken her departure, passing unharmed through the crowd of folk, each one of whom wished her ill and the riot in a way it was generally agreed upon a broomstick. Those in a Ford Fiesta To satisfy the king's faithful subjects however, who were unaware of any misadventure, the palace fireworks were duly let off with a grand set-piece wishing long life to the princess Aurora in all the colours of the rainbow.

But his majesty, after bowing from the balcony amid the banging of rockets and the hissing of Catherine wheels, retired to a private room with his chamberlain, and there, still amid the noise of explosions and cheering, drew up the first harsh proclamation of his reign.

It forbade everyone, on pain of death, to use a spindle, in spinning or even to have a spindle in their house. Heralds took copies of this proclamation and marched through the land reading it to the sound of trumpets. I would have thought a triangle would be better wouldn't it, because trumpets are quite loud.

You could hear over a triangle, trumpets, do they say spindle or crindle or jingle? He doesn't want us to what? I can't hear over the trumpet, he doesn't, we're not allowed to do what? What? I can't still, oh doesn't matter, can't be important. So, let me have a look, what's next? So, to get trumpets, for every marketplace they saw a fur, it gravely puzzled and distressed all who listened.

I guess spindles were very popular back then, for their womenfolk prided themselves on their linen.

It's good to have pride isn't it? You should see my linen, I want the best linen in town. It's finesse was a byword throughout the neighbourhood kingdom, and they knew themselves to be famous for it. But what sort of linen, said they, would his majesty have us spin without spindles? Sewing machine? I don't know, why don't you just go to the shops on Mayam, go to Amazon.

They had a great affection however, as we have seen, for their monarch, and for fifteen or sixteen years all the spinning wheels were silent throughout the land. The little princess Aurora grew up without ever having seen one, but one day the king and queen, being absent at one of their country houses, she gave her governess the slip, and running at will through the palace and upstairs, and from one chamber to another, she came at length to a turret with a winding staircase, from the top of which a strange whirring sound attracted her and seemed to invite her to climb.

So a whirring sound attracted her to climb.

As she mounted after the sound, on a sudden it ceased, but still she followed the stairs and came at the very top to an open door through which she looked in upon a small garret where sat an honest old woman alone, winding her distaff. Not sure what a distaff is. The good soul had never in sixteen years heard of the king's prohibition against spindles.

And this is just the sort of thing that happens in palaces. Really? Okay. So.

What are you doing, goodie? asked the princess. I am spinning, pretty one, answered the old woman who did not know who she was. Spinning what? What is it? I wonder sometimes, said the old woman, what the world is coming to in these days.

And that of course was natural enough. And that of course was natural enough and might occur to anybody after living so long as she had lived in a garret on the top of a tower. Spinning, she said wisely.

She liked to say the word spinning quite a lot. Spinning, she said, is spinning. Or was.

Or was, and gentle or simple, no one is fit to keep house until they had learned to spin. Her voice was very croaky for some reason. How pretty it is, said the princess.

How do you do it? Give it to me and let me see if I can do so well. She had no sooner grasped the spindle and she was over eager perhaps, or just a little bit clumsy, or perhaps the fairy decree had so obtained it, that it pierced her hand and she dropped down in a swoon. She swoon.

The old... I can't believe they call it. The old trot in a flurry. The old trot.

It's not nice, is it? The old trot in a flurry ran to the head of the stairs and called for help. There was no bell rope, and her voice being weak with age and her turret in the remotest corner of the palace, it was long before anyone heard her in the servants' hall. The servants too, in the absence of the king and the queen, were playing cards and could not be interrupted by anybody until their game was finished.

Then they sat down and discussed whose business it was to attend on a call from that particular turret. This again proved to be a nice point since nobody could remember having been summoned hither or heather and all were against setting up a president, as they called it. In the end, they decided to send up the lowest of the junior page boys, but he had a weakness which he somehow forgot to mention, that of fainting at the sight of blood.

So when he reached the garret and fainted, your woman hat began screaming again. I suppose fainting at the sight of blood, it doesn't generally come up, does it? Maybe you're going to work in a hospital. Maybe.

You know, if you're a volunteer at the blood centre, you know, giving blood, then yeah, you mention it. This time they set up a scullery maid who, being good-natured and unused to the ways of the palace, made the best haste that she could to get to the garret. Whence presently she returned with the terrible news.

The servants, who had gone back to their game, now dropped their cards and came a-running. All the household, in fact, came pouring up to the turret stairs. The palace physicians themselves crowded in such numbers that the poor Princess Aurora would have been hard to put it for fresh air.

Could fresh air have restored her? If fresh air hadn't been able to restore her, she might have even struggled to get out. I think that's the point. They dashed water on her face.

I hope it was water. Unlaced her. Slapped her hands.

Tickled the soles of her feet. So they were very up-to-date in their techniques back then. Burnt feathers under her nose.

Rubbed her temples with hungry water. Not like, it wasn't hungry as in I need to eat, but hungry as from the country. So they travelled all the way to Hungary to get water.

Well, what's wrong with just tap water? Or Romanian water? They held consultations over her by twos and threes and again in grand committee but nothing would bring her to. Meanwhile, a messenger had ridden off post-haste with the tidings and while the doctors were still consulting and shaking their heads the King himself came galloping home to the palace. In the midst of his grief he bethought him what the fairies had foretold and being persuaded that since they had said it, it was fated to happen.

He blamed no one but gave orders to carry the princess to the finest apartment in the palace and there lay her on a bed imported with gold and silver. At sight of her she was so lovely you might well have supposed that some bright being of the skies had floated her down to earth and then dropped to sleep after her long journey. Like an angel I guess for her swoon had not taken away the warm tints of her complexion.

Her cheeks were like carnations her lips like coral as a betting shop and though her eyes were closed and the long lashes would not lift her soft breathing told that she was not dead the king commanded them all to leave her and let her sleep in peace until the hour of her awakening should arrive.

Now, when the accident befell our princess the good fairy Hippolyta who had saved her life happened to be in the kingdom of Mata Queen 12,000 leagues away but news of her was brought to her in an incredibly short space of time by a little dwarf who owned a pair of seven-league boots these were boots these were boots in which you could walk seven leagues at a single stride she set off at once to help her beloved god-daughter and behold in an hour this good fairy arrived at the palace in a

fiery chariot drawn by dragons I'm not sure if there's a little bit of exaggeration in this our king met her and handed her down from the chariots gave her a hand down I think that's her name helped her down she approved of all that she had done but greatly foreseeing as she was she bethought that bethought her that as all mortals perish within a hundred years or so when the time came for the princess to awaken she would be distressed to find herself orphaned and alone in this old castle so

this is what she did she touched with her wand everything and everybody in the palace the king and the queen the ministers and the privy councillors people in charge of the toilet the privy the archbishop who was the grand almirah the bishops and the minor clerks or clergy the maids of honour ladies of the bedchamber they actually had ladies in charge of collecting poo and wee governors governesses gentlemen in waiting equiries heralds physicians officers masters of the household cooks scullions lackeys guards switzers I have no idea what a switzer is but I want one I really really want one all I want the pages,

footmen she touched the princesses tutors and the court professors in the midst of their deep studies she touched likewise all the horses in the stables with the grooms the huge mastiffs in the yard even tiny the princesses little pet and Fluff her black and white cat that lay coiled on a cushion by her bedside the instant the fairy Hippolyta touched them they all fell asleep not to awaken until the same moment as their mistress that all might be ready to await on her when she needed them the very spits of

the fire went to sleep loaded as they were with partridges and pheasants and the fire went to sleep too all this was done in a moment the fairies were never long about their businesses in those days but it so happened that one of the king's counselors the minister of marine his office dated from a previous reign when the kingdom had hoped to conquer and acquire a seaboard had overslept himself that morning so he didn't get put to sleep because he was asleep so I guess when she was checking around everyone

actually was asleep but he was naturally asleep and so he had overslept himself and he came late to the palace without any knowledge of what had been before him he felt no great he felt no great fear that his unpunctuality would be remarked and a ferret jumped onto a black chair in the same room as the person reading the story for some reason he felt no great fear that his unpunctuality would be remarked the king as he supposed being absent in the country nevertheless he took the precaution of letting himself

in by a small post and door and so missed being observed by the fairy and touched by her wand entering his office and perceiving that his under security usually so brisk and all his clerks resting their heads on their desks in attitudes of sleep he drew the conclusion that something had happened for he was an excellent judge of natural slumber he came in the minister of marine he came in to the palace and saw everyone asleep he drew the conclusion that something had happened for he was an excellent judge of

natural slumber the farther he penetrated into the palace the stronger his suspicions became he withdrew on tiptoe though by nature and habit a lazy man he was capable of sudden decision and returning to his home he caused notices to be posted up forbidding anyone to approach the castle the inmates of which were suffering from eastern but temporary affliction known as the sleeping sickness so he was also very creative as well these notices were unnecessary for within a few hours they grew up all around the park such a number of trees

of all sizes and such a tangle of briars and undergrowth that neither beast nor man could find a passage they grew until nothing but the tops of the castle towers could be seen and these only for one a good way off not sure that made sense there was no mistaking about it the fairies had done her work well and the princess might sleep with no fear of visits from the inquisitor one day many many years afterwards the incomparable young prince Florimond happened to ride a hunting on the side of the

country which lay next to the tangled forest and asked what were those towers he saw pushing up amongst the midst of green wood they all answered him as they heard tell some said it was an old castle haunted by ghosts others that all the wizards and witches of the country met there to keep Sabbath the most general option was that an ogre dropped there and that he carried off either all the children he could catch to eat them at his ease again what a wonderful children's story no one could follow

him for he alone knew how to find a passage through the briars and brambles the prince could not tell which to believe of all these informants for all gave their versions with equal confidence as commonly happens with those who talk absolute rubbish for those who talk on matters of which they can know nothing for certain he was turning from one to another in perplexity when a peasant spoke up and said your highness long ago I heard my father tell that there was in yonder castle a princess the most beautiful that

ever men saw that she must lie asleep there for many many years and that one day she will be awakened by a king's son for whom she was destined as these words the prince of loymond felt himself afire he had a little movement he could feel it twitching beneath his belly button he believed without weighing it that he could accomplish this fine adventure and spurred on by love and ambition he resolved to explore then and there and discover the truth for himself leaping down from his horse he started to run

towards the wood and had almost reached the edge of it before the attendant courtiers guessed his design they called him to come back but he ran on and was about to fling himself boldly into the undergrowth when as by magic all the great trees the shrubs, the creepers the olives, the briars and the brambles unlaced themselves of their own accord and drew aside to let him pass he found himself within a long glade or avenue at the end of which glimmered the walls of an old castle and towards this he

strode it surprised him somewhat that none of his attendants were following him the reason being that as soon as he had passed through it the undergrowth drew close as ever again he heard their voices fainter and fainter behind him beyond the barrier calling beseeching him to desist but he held on his way without one backward look he was a prince and young and therefore valiant he came to the castle and pushing aside the ivies that hung like a curtain over the gateway entered a wide outer court and stood still for

a moment holding his breath while his eyes travelled over a scene that might well have frozen them with terror the court was silent dreadfully silent it was by no means empty on all hands lay straight stiff bodies of men and beasts seemingly all dead nevertheless as he continued to gaze his courage returned for the pimpled noses and ruddy faces of the switzers whatever they are told him that they were no worse than asleep and their cups which yet held a few heel taps of water proved that they had fallen asleep

over a bin drinking bout he stepped by them and passed across the second great court paved with marble he mounted a broad flight of marbled steps leading to the main doorway he entered a guard room just within the doorway where the guards stood in rank with shouldered muscles or shouldered muskets every man of them asleep and snoring his best he had to laugh he made his way through a number of rooms filled with ladies and gentlemen some standing others sitting but all asleep he drew aside a heavy purple curtain and

once more held his breath for he was looking into the great hall of state where at a long table a table sat and slumbered the king with his council the Lord Chancellor slept in the act of dipping pen into ink pot the Archbishop in the act of taking snuff and between the spectacles of the Archbishop's nose and the spectacles of the Lord Chancellor's a spider had spun a beautiful web and that's an image Prince Florimond tiptoed very carefully past these august sleepers and leaving the hall by another door came to

the foot of the grand staircase I nearly said suitcase there he he up this too he went wandering along a corridor to his right and stopping by hazard at one of the many doors opened it and looked into a bath room lined with mirrors and having in its mist sunk in the floor a huge round basin of whitest porcelain wherein a spring of water bubbled deliciously three steps led down to the bath and at the head of them stood a couch with towels and court suit or court suite laid ready

exquisitely embroidered and complete to the daintiest of lace ruffles and the most delicate of body linen the prince bethought him that he had ridden far before ever coming to the wood and the mirrors told him that he had also somewhat travel he was almost somewhat travel stained from his passage through it it was dirty in the wallet so having by this time learned to accept any new wonder of that question he undressed himself and took a bath that's what you do isn't it go into a castle every single person is

asleep you take a bath wouldn't you that's the next possible option and what else would you do well he thoroughly enjoyed it nor was he altogether astonished when he tried on the clothes to find that they fitted him perfectly even the rosetted shoes he sat in might have been made to his measure having arrayed himself thus hardly he resumed his quest along the corridor the very next door the very next door he tried opened on a chamber all panelled with white and gold and there on a bed of curtains on

which were drawn white he beheld the loveliest vision he had ever seen a large thin pizza covered with sweet corn and pineapple that would have been my loveliest vision his vision was a princess seemingly about seventeen or eighteen years old and of a beauty so brilliant that he could not have believed this world held alike but she lay still so still still laying still still prince florimonde drewn here trembling and wondering what would it take to wake her up would she wake up easily how much could he get away with

her and sank on his knees beside her still she lay scarcely seen in debris and he bent and touched with his lips the little hand that rested light as a rose leaf on the coverlet with that as the long spell of her enchantment came to an end the princess awakened as he touched it kissed her hand and looked at him so she awakened looked at him with eyes more tender than the first sight of him might seem to excuse it is you my prince the woman it is you my prince

she said you have been a long while coming the prince chimed by these words and still more by the manner in which they were spoken so beautifully and so gently knew not how to find words for the bliss in his heart he assured her that he loved her better than his own self their speak after this was very coherent their speech they gazed at one another for long stretches and they talked but if eloquence lacked there was plenty of love he to be sure showed the more embarrassment and no need

to wonder at this she had had time to think over what to say to him for I hold it not unlikely although the story does not say anything of this that the good fairy Hippolyta had taken care to amuse her during her long sleep with some pleasurable dreams in short the princess Aurora and the prince Florimond conversed for hours and still without saying the half they had to say and he thought what was that ding noise he didn't understand it and she didn't understand it either very strange ding ding ding

meanwhile all the palace had awakened with the princess in the council chamber the king opened his eyes and requested the lord chancellor to read that last sentence of his over again a little more distinctly the lord chancellor dipping his quill into the dry ink spot asked the archbishop in a whisper how many teas there were in regrettable the archbishop taking a pinch of snuff that had long ago turned to dust answered with a terrific sneeze which again was drowned by the striking of all the clocks in the palace as they

started frantically to make up for lost time maybe that's what that ding was it was one of the clocks dogs barked doors banged the princess's parrots screamed in his cage and are answered by the peacocks squawking from the terrace amid which hubbub the minister of agriculture forgetting his manners made a trumpet of his hands and bored across the table begging his majesty to adjourn for dinner in short everyone's first thought was of his own business and as they were still as they were not all in love they were ready to

die with hunger that doesn't really make sense but anyway well as they were not all in love they were ready to die with hunger even the queen who had dropped asleep while discussing with her maids of honour the shade of morning which was most properly expressed regret for royal personages in a trance lost her patience at length and sent one of her attendants with word that she for her part was keen set for something to eat and that in her young days it had been customary for young ladies released from

enchantment to accept the congratulations of their parents without loss of time the prince Florywond by this message recalled to his devours devours helped the princess to rise she was completely dressed and very magnificently too taking his beloved princess Aurora by the hand he led her to her parents who embraced her passionately and opposed her passionately where is that embraced and lost the thing and said hi yeah I'm fine thanks yeah that's good and she said here's my prince I'm going to get married to him oh that's nice he didn't really

yet and said no I'd love to hear about your being in love and that but I'm hungry and the queen said if we don't get some food soon I'm going to eat the prince they all laughed the situation to be sure was delicate but when these two kings both so well meaning had met and exchanged courtesies and the one had raised the other by the hand to a place on the d8 beside him already and without speech they had almost accorded so the prince's father says I'm an old man said

the prince's father I have reigned long enough for my satisfaction and now care for little enough but to see my son happy I think I can promise you that said the princess I think I can promise you that said the princess's father smiling with a glance at the two lovers I am old enough at any rate to have done with ambitions said the one and I too have dreamt long enough at any rate to despise them what matters ruling to evil of us two while we see your son and my

daughter reigning together so it was agreed then and there and after supper without loss of time the archbishop married the prince Floremont and the princess Aurora in the chapel of the castle so they did not travel to another town they just did it there the two kings and the princess's mother saw them to their chamber and the first maid of honour drew the curtain they slept little the princess had no occasion but the prince next morning left his bride back to the city where they were acclaimed by the populace and

lived happily ever after reigning in prosperity and honour and there's a little bit here at the end moral ye maids to await some while a lover fond rich titled debonairs as Floremont his reason and who learns on fate to attend goes seldom unrewarded in the end what not one kiss us for a hundred years there la la la I understand my dears another further the story would suggest a doubt that the marriage may be happier when deferred deferred ye cry deferred I see your point we'll skip this moral and attempt

a third another thirdly our able then appears to prove disparity of years no bar to love crapped age and youth but that's an ancient quarrel and I'll not interfere there's no third moral so thank you for listening and I hope you had a nice sleep and remember to be kind to yourself because you deserve to be happy not so long bye