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The Crimson Fairy Book

The Stone-Cutter
Once upon a time there lived a stone-cutter, who went every day to a great rock in the
side of a big mountain and cut out slabs for gravestones or for houses. He understood
very well the kinds of stones wanted for the different purposes, and as he was a careful
workman he had plenty of customers. For a long time he was quite happy and contented,
and asked for nothing better than what he had.
Now in the mountain dwelt a spirit which now and then appeared to men, and helped
them in many ways to become rich and prosperous. The stone-cutter, however, had never
seen this spirit, and only shook his head, with an unbelieving air, when anyone spoke of
it. But a time was coming when he learned to change his opinion.
One day the stone-cutter carried a gravestone to the house of a rich man, and saw there all
sorts of beautiful things, of which he had never even dreamed. Suddenly his daily work
seemed to grow harder and heavier, and he said to himself: 'Oh, if only I were a rich man,
and could sleep in a bed with silken curtains and golden tassels, how happy I should be!'
And a voice answered him: 'Your wish is heard; a rich man you shall be!'
At the sound of the voice the stone-cutter looked round, but could see nobody. He
thought it was all his fancy, and picked up his tools and went home, for he did not feel
inclined to do any more work that day. But when he reached the little house where he
lived, he stood still with amazement, for instead of his wooden hut was a stately palace
filled with splendid furniture, and most splendid of all was the bed, in every respect like
the one he had envied. He was nearly beside himself with joy, and in his new life the old
one was soon forgotten.
It was now the beginning of summer, and each day the sun blazed more fiercely. One
morning the heat was so great that the stone-cutter could scarcely breathe, and he
determined he would stay at home till the evening. He was rather dull, for he had never
learned how to amuse himself, and was peeping through the closed blinds to see what
was going on in the street, when a little carriage passed by, drawn by servants dressed in
blue and silver. In the carriage sat a prince, and over his head a golden umbrella was held,
to protect him from the sun's rays.
'Oh, if I were only a prince!' said the stone-cutter to himself, as the carriage vanished
round the corner. 'Oh, if I were only a prince, and could go in such a carriage and have a
golden umbrella held over me, how happy I should be!'
And the voice of the mountain spirit answered: 'Your wish is heard; a prince you shall
be.'
And a prince he was. Before his carriage rode one company of men and another behind it;
servants dressed in scarlet and gold bore him along, the coveted umbrella was held over
his head, everything heart could desire was his. But yet it was not enough. He looked
 
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