There
was once upon a time a king who had twelve daughters, each one
more beautiful than the other. They all slept together in one
chamber, in which their beds stood side by side, and every night
when they were in them the king locked the door, and bolted it.
But in the morning when he unlocked the door, he saw that their
shoes were worn out with dancing, and no one could find out how
that had come to pass. Then the king caused it to be proclaimed
that whosoever could discover where they danced at night, should
choose one of them for his wife and be king after his death,
but that whosoever came forward and had not discovered it within
three days and nights, should have forfeited his life.
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- It was not long before a king's
son presented himself, and offered to undertake the enterprise.
He was well received, and in the evening was led into a room
adjoining the princesses, sleeping-chamber. His bed was placed
there, and he was to observe where they went and danced, and
in order that they might do nothing secretly or go away to some
other place, the door of their room was left open. But the eyelids
of the prince grew heavy as lead, and he fell asleep, and when
he awoke in the morning, all twelve had been to the dance, for
their shoes were standing there with holes in the soles. On the
second and third nights there was no difference, and then his
head was struck off without mercy.
- Many others came after this and
undertook the enterprise, but all forfeited their lives. Now
it came to pass that a poor soldier, who had a wound, and could
serve no longer, found himself on the road to the town where
the king lived. There he met an old woman, who asked him where
he was going. "I hardly know myself," answered he,
and added in jest, "I had half a mind to discover where
the princesses danced their shoes into holes, and thus become
king." "That is not so difficult," said the old
woman, "you must not drink the wine which will be brought
to you at night, and must pretend to be sound asleep." With
that she gave him a little cloak, and said, "If you wear
this, you will be invisible, and then you can steal after the
twelve." When the soldier had received this good advice,
he fell to in earnest, took heart, went to the king, and announced
himself as a suitor. He was as well received as the others, and
royal garments were put upon him. He was conducted that evening
at bed-time into the antechamber, and as he was about to go to
bed, the eldest came and brought him a cup of wine, but he had
tied a sponge under his chin, and let the wine run down into
it, without drinking a drop.
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- Then he lay down and when he had
lain a while, he began to snore, as if in the deepest sleep.
The twelve princesses heard that, and laughed, and the eldest
said, "He, too, might as well have saved his life."
With that they got up, opened wardrobes, presses, cupboards,
and brought out pretty dresses, dressed themselves before the
mirrors, sprang about, and rejoiced at the prospect of the dance.
Only the youngest said, "I know not how it is, you are very
happy, but I
feel very strange,
some misfortune is certainly about to befall us." "You
are a goose, who are always frightened," said the eldest.
"Have you forgotten how many kings' sons have already come
here in vain. I had hardly any need to give the soldier a sleeping-draught,
the booby would not have awakened anyway."
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- When they were all ready they
looked carefully at the soldier, but he had closed his eyes and
did not move or stir, so they felt themselves safe enough. The
eldest then went to her bed and tapped it, whereupon it immediately
sank into the earth, and one after the other they descended through
the opening, the eldest going first. The soldier, who had watched
everything, tarried no longer, put on his little cloak, and went
down last with the youngest. Half-way down the steps, he just
trod a little on her dress, she was terrified at that, and cried
out, "What is that? Who is pulling my dress?" "Don't
be so silly," said the eldest, "you
have
caught it on a nail."
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- Then they went all the way down,
and when they were at the bottom, they were standing in a wonderfully
pretty avenue of trees, all the leaves of which were of silver,
and shone and glistened.
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- The soldier thought, "I must
carry a token away with me," and broke off a twig from one
of them, on which the tree cracked with a loud report.
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- The youngest cried out again.
"Something is wrong, did you hear the crack?"
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- But the eldest said, "It
is a gun fired for joy, because we have got rid of our prince
so quickly."
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- After that they came into an avenue
where all the leaves were of gold, and lastly into a third where
they were of bright diamonds, he broke off a twig from each,
which made such a crack each time that the youngest started back
in terror, but the eldest still maintained that they were salutes.
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- They went on and came to a great
lake whereon stood twelve little boats, and in every boat sat
a handsome prince, all of whom were waiting for the twelve, and
each took one of them with him, but the soldier seated himself
by the youngest.
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- Then her prince said, "I
wonder why the boat is so much heavier to-day. I
shall
have to row with all my strength, if I am to get it across."
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- "What should cause that,"
said the youngest, "but the warm weather?"
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- "I feel very warm too."
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- On the opposite side of the lake
stood a splendid, brightly-lit castle, from whence resounded
the joyous music of trumpets and kettle-drums. They rowed there,
entered, and each prince danced with the girl he loved, but the
soldier danced with them unseen, and when one of them had a cup
of wine in her hand he drank it up, so that the cup was empty
when she carried it to her mouth, the youngest was alarmed at
this, but the eldest always silenced her. They danced there till
three o'clock in the morning when all the shoes were danced into
holes, and they were forced to leave off, the princes rowed them
back again over the lake, and this time the soldier seated himself
by the eldest.
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- On the shore they took leave of
their princes, and promised to return the following night. When
they reached the stairs the soldier ran on in front and lay down
in his bed, and when the twelve had come up slowly and wearily,
he was
already snoring
so loudly that they could all hear him, and they said, "So
far as he is concerned, we are safe." They took off their
beautiful dresses, laid them away, put the worn-out shoes under
the bed, and lay down. Next morning the soldier was resolved
not to speak, but to watch the wonderful goings-on, and again
went with them a second and a third night.
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- Then everything was just as it
had been the first time, and each time they danced until their
shoes were worn to pieces. But the third time he took a cup away
with him as a token. When the hour had arrived for him to give
his answer, he took the three twigs and the cup, and went to
the king, but the twelve stood behind the door, and listened
for what he was going to say.
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- When the king put the question,
"Where have my twelve daughters danced their shoes to pieces
in the night?" He answered, "In an underground castle
with twelve princes," and related how it had come to pass,
and brought out the tokens. The king then summoned his daughters,
and asked them if the soldier had told the
truth,
and when they saw that they were betrayed, and that falsehood
would be of no avail, they were obliged to confess all. Thereupon
the king asked which of them he would have to wife. He answered,
"I am no longer young, so give me the eldest." Then
the wedding was celebrated on the self-same day, and the kingdom
was promised him after the king's death.
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- The pictures, in the
order they appear, are from these wonderful books.
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- Images 1 & 5 are
scans from 'The
Twelve Dancing Princesses', retold and illustrated by Ruth
Sanderson; Copyright © 1990 by Ruth Sanderson
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- Images 3, 6, 7, &
the background are scans from 'The
Twelve Dancing Princesses', as told by Marianna Mayer; illustrated
by K.Y. Craft; Text Copyright © 1989 by Marianna Mayer;
Illustrations Copyright © 1989 by Kinuko Y. Craft
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- Images 2 & 4 are
scans from 'The
Candlewick Book of Fairy Tales' retold by Sarah Hayes; Illustrated
by P.J. Lynch; Text copyright © 1985 by Sarah Hayes; Illustration
Copyright © 1993 by P.J. Lynch
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