Sunday, November 20, 2016

Briar Rose

Photo by Daddy, Editing by me

"Then round about that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker every year, until at last the whole castle was hidden from view, and nothing could be seen but the vane on the roof. And a rumor went abroad in all that country of the beautiful sleeping Rosamond, for so was the Princess called: And from time to time many Kings' sons came and tried to force their way through the hedge; but it was impossible for them to do so, for the thorns held fast together like strong hands and the young men were caught by them, and not being able to get free, there died a miserable death..."
"...now the hundred years were at an end, and the day had come when Rosamond should be awakened. When the Prince drew near the hedge of thorns, it was changed to a hedge of beautiful large flowers, which parted and bent aside to let him pass, and then closed behind him in a thick hedge..."   
"...he mounted higher, and all was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing; and at last he came to the tower, and went up the winding stair, and opened the door of the little room where Rosamond lay.
 And when he saw her looking so lovely in her sleep, he could not turn away his eyes; and presently he stooped and kissed her, and she awaked..." -- "The Sleeping Beauty" - The Brothers Grimm from Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales (p. 671-673)
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