Classics Retold – World's Greatest Tales Adapted for the Youngest. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу

from the door, looked in.

      And there he saw a splendid room lighted by a thousand lights and filled with sleeping slaves, and in the middle, upon a sofa, was the most beautiful Princess his eyes had ever gazed upon.

      She was so lovely that the Prince held his breath with admiration as he looked at her. Then he went softly to her side, and, kneeling by the sofa, gently touched her hand. The Princess sighed and opened her eyes, but before she could cry out, he begged her in a whisper to be silent and fear nothing.

      "I am a Prince," he said, "the son of the King of Persia. I am in danger of my life here, and crave thy protection."

      Now this Princess was no other than the daughter of the King of Bengal, who happened to be staying alone in her summer palace outside the city.

      "I will protect thee," said the Princess kindly, giving him her hand. Then she awoke her slaves and bade them give the stranger food and prepare a sleeping-room for him.

      "I long to hear thy adventures and how thou camest here," she said to the Prince, "but first thou must rest and refresh thyself."

      Never before had the Princess seen any one so gallant and handsome as this strange young Prince. She dressed herself in her loveliest robes, and twined her hair with her most precious jewels, that she might appear as beautiful as possible in his eyes. And when the Prince saw her again, he thought her the most charming Princess in all the world, and he loved her with all his heart. But when he had told her all his adventures she sighed to think that he must now leave her and return to his father's court.

      "Do not grieve," he said, "I will return in state as befits a Prince, and demand thy hand in marriage from the King thy father."

      "Stay but a few days ere thou goest," replied the Princess. "I cannot part with thee so soon."

      The Prince was only too willing to wait a while, and the Princess entertained him so well with feasts and hunting-parties that day after day slipped by, and still he lingered.

      At last, however, the thought of his home and his father's grief made him decide to return at once.

      "My Princess," he said, "since it is so hard to part, wilt thou not ride with me upon the Enchanted Horse? When we are once more in Persia our marriage shall take place, and then we will return to the King thy father."

      So together they mounted the Enchanted Horse and the Prince placed his arm around the Princess and turned the magic peg. Up and up they flew over land and sea, and then the Prince turned the other screw, and they landed just outside his father's city. He guided the horse to a palace outside the gates, and there he left the Princess, for he wished to go alone to prepare his father.

      Now when the Prince reached the court he found every one dressed in brown, and all the bells of the city were tolling mournfully.

      "Why is every one so sad?" he asked of one of the guards.

      "The Prince, the Prince!" cried the man. "The Prince has come back."

      And soon the joyful news spread over the town, and the bells stopped tolling and rang a joyful peal.

      "My beloved son!" cried the King, as he embraced him. "We thought thou wert lost for ever, and we have mourned for thee day and night."

      Without waiting to hear more, the Prince began to tell the King all his adventures, and how the Princess of Bengal awaited him in the palace outside the gates.

      "Let her be brought here instantly," cried the King, "and the marriage shall take place to-day."

      Then he ordered that the Indian should be set free at once and allowed to depart with the Enchanted Horse.

      Great was the surprise of the Indian when, instead of having his head cut off as he had expected, he was allowed to go free with his wonderful horse. He asked what adventures had befallen the Prince, and when he heard of the Princess who was waiting in the palace outside the gates, a wicked plan came into his head.

      He took the Enchanted Horse, and went straight to the palace before the King's messengers could reach it.

      "Tell the Princess," he said to the slaves, "that the Prince of Persia has sent me to bring her to his father's palace upon the Enchanted Horse."

      The Princess was very glad when she heard this message, and she quickly made herself ready to go with the messenger.

      But alas! as soon as the Indian turned the peg and the horse flew through the air, she found she was being carried off, far away from Persia and her beloved Prince.

      All her prayers and entreaties were in vain. The Indian only mocked at her, and told her he meant to marry her himself.

      Meanwhile the Prince and his attendants had arrived at the palace outside the gates, only to find that the Indian had been there before them and had carried off the Princess.

      The Prince was nearly beside himself with grief, but he still hoped to find his bride. He disguised himself as a dervish and set off to seek for her, vowing that he would find her, or perish in the attempt.

      By this time the Enchanted Horse had traveled many hundreds of miles. Then, as the Indian was hungry, it was made to descend into a wood close to a town of Cashmere.

      Here the Indian went in search of food, and when he returned with some fruit he shared it with the Princess, who was faint and weary.

      As soon as the Princess had eaten a little she felt stronger and braver, and as she heard horses galloping past, she called out loudly for help.

      The men on horseback came riding at once to her aid, and she quickly told them who she was, and how the Indian had carried her off against her will. Then the leader of the horsemen, who was the Sultan of Cashmere, ordered his men to cut off the Indian's head. But he placed the Princess upon his horse and led her to his palace.

      Now the Princess thought that her troubles were all at an end, but she was much mistaken. The Sultan had no sooner seen her than he made up his mind to marry her, and he ordered the wedding preparations to be begun without loss of time.

      In vain the Princess begged to be sent back to Persia. The Sultan only smiled and fixed the wedding-day. Then when she saw that nothing would turn him from his purpose, she thought of a plan to save herself. She began talking all the nonsense she could think of and behaving as if she were mad, and so well did she pretend, that the wedding was put off, and all the doctors were called in to see if they could cure her.

      But whenever a doctor came near the Princess she became so wild and violent that he dared not even feel her pulse, so none of them discovered that she was only pretending.

      The Sultan was in great distress, and sent far and near for the cleverest doctors. But none of them seemed to be able to cure the Princess of her madness.

      All this time the Prince of Persia was wandering about in search of his Princess, and when he came to one of the great cities of India, he heard every one talking about the sad illness of the Princess of Bengal who was to have married the Sultan. He at once disguised himself as a doctor and went to the palace, saying he had come to cure the Princess.

      The Sultan received the new doctor with joy, and led him at once to the room where the Princess sat alone, weeping and wringing her hands.

      "Your Majesty," said the disguised Prince, "no one else must enter the room with me, or the cure will fail."

      So the Sultan left him, and the Prince went close to the Princess, and gently touched her hand.

      "My beloved Princess," he said, "dost thou not know me?"

      As soon as the Princess heard that dear voice she threw herself into the Prince's arms, and her joy was so great that she could not speak.

      "We must at once plan our escape," said the Prince. "Canst thou tell me what has become of the Enchanted Horse?"

      "Naught can I tell thee of it, dear Prince," answered the Princess, "but since the Sultan knows its value, no doubt he has kept