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The Brown Fairy Book

The Prince and the Three Fates
Once upon a time a little boy was born to a king who ruled over a great country through
which ran a wide river. The king was nearly beside himself with joy, for he had always
longed for a son to inherit his crown, and he sent messages to beg all the most powerful
fairies to come and see this wonderful baby. In an hour or two, so many were gathered
round the cradle, that the child seemed in danger of being smothered; but the king, who
was watching the fairies eagerly, was disturbed to see them looking grave. 'Is there
anything the matter?' he asked anxiously.
The fairies looked at him, and all shook their heads at once.
'He is a beautiful boy, and it is a great pity; but what IS to happen WILL happen,' said
they. 'It is written in the books of fate that he must die, either by a crocodile, or a serpent,
or by a dog. If we could save him we would; but that is beyond our power.'
And so saying they vanished.
For a time the king stood where he was, horror-stricken at what he had heard; but, being
of a hopeful nature, he began at once to invent plans to save the prince from the dreadful
doom that awaited him. He instantly sent for his master builder, and bade him construct a
strong castle on the top of a mountain, which should be fitted with the most precious
things from the king's own palace, and every kind of toy a child could wish to play with.
And, besides, he gave the strictest orders that a guard should walk round the castle night
and day.
For four or five years the baby lived in the castle alone with his nurses, taking his airings
on the broad terraces, which were surrounded by walls, with a moat beneath them, and
only a drawbridge to connect them with the outer world.
One day, when the prince was old enough to run quite fast by himself, he looked from the
terrace across the moat, and saw a little soft fluffy ball of a dog jumping and playing on
the other side. Now, of course, all dogs had been kept from him for fear that the fairies'
prophecy should come true, and he had never even beheld one before. So he turned to the
page who was walking behind him, and said:
'What is that funny little thing which is running so fast over there?'
'That is a dog, prince,' answered the page.
'Well, bring me one like it, and we will see which can run the faster.' And he watched the
dog till it had disappeared round the corner.
 
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