The Place of Respect toward Venerable Wisdom

The Place of Respect toward Venerable Wisdom

At last, the Queen of the Realm gave birth to a daughter who was so beautiful that the King was overjoyed and decided to hold a Great Feast. In his kingdom there were thirteen Wise Women of which, however, he could only invite twelve of them as he had only twelve golden plates.
At the Feast the wise women bestowed their miraculous virtues upon the newborn. When eleven of these women had offered their gifts, the thirteenth, who had not been invited, suddenly appeared, and she shouted, „ln her fifteenth year the Princess shall prick herself with a spindle and die!“, and disappeared. Everyone was horrified, but the twelfth wise woman, who still had her one wish to make, and although she could not undo the curse, she could soften it, and she said, „The Princess shall not perish. Instead, she shall fall into a deep sleep for one hundred years.“

The King, being still profoundly displeased even with this softened prognosis, thought he could altogether avoid what he considered to be a catastrophe. To this effect he ordered that all spindles in his Kingdom be collected, thrown into a heap and be burned once and for all. His order was carried out to his complete satisfaction.
Notwithstanding, the King’s idea failed disastrously, for on the day the Princess turned fifteen, it happened that she was completely left alone in the Palace which she started to explore eagerly from top to bottom. In doing so, she happened to come across an ancient woman engaged in an activity that was completely unknown to the Princess as her father had had all spindles destroyed for her security. Since then the art of spinning had sunk into complete oblivion. Yet the Princess found out from the woman that this activity was called spinning, and that a spindle was required in order to carry it out. Of course, the maiden was anxious to try it out, too. And that’s when it happened! She pricked herself, and thereupon, together with the entire Kingdom, she fell into a state of deep sleep, lasting, as had been predicted, for one hundred years, notwithstanding the all-out efforts by her father, King of the Realm, to prevent it.
How this true catastrophe come to an end you want to know? Well, that brought on another catastrophe, for no one knew what true love was., except for one young man from some unknown Realm of the world.

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