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Forest, a part of the possessions of good King Brondé, who lived many, many hundred

years ago, he would have perceived that the road was continually curving towards the

right. He would also soon have grown weary, for this winding road led, by degrees, to the

top of a mountain. But if he had kept on and on, and did not give up for weariness, he would

at length have come to the palace of the very king himself. A magnificent palace it was, too,

and a sight of it well worth the long journey.

If you could but have seen how the gilded roof shone in the sunlight! and the white marble

statues in the gardens! and the fountains and the round ponds filled with gold and silver

fishes! and the flocks of lambs with blue and pink ribbons around their necks! and the

shepherdesses all dressed in white, each with her crook and her wreath of flowers!—if you

could but have seen all these beautiful things, then would the weary journey have been

soon forgotten.

And could you have entered the palace itself, and have kept your eyes from being blinded

by the bright colors, the sparkling ornaments, and all the splendor of this wonderful place,

and have wandered on and on, through the spacious apartments, you would at last have

come to an ivory door, over which was perched a red-and-green parrot. This parrot was fed

upon flowers made from crystals of white sugar; and had you given him one of these he

would have told you a riddle. But this, of course, you could not know. And indeed, when the

door was once open, you would have forgotten parrots and everything else in gazing at the

beautiful lady within,—the beautiful pale lady, King Brondé’s queen.

This is her private chamber. The windows are lofty, and more than half hidden by rich

curtains of crimson. The walls are covered with cloth of crimson and gold. Vases of white

lilies fill the air with their fragrance. How beautiful is the pale