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again for one last look in the mirror. ‘It is a remarkable fit, isn’t it?’ He seemed to regard his costume with the greatest interest.

      The noblemen who were to carry his train stooped low and reached for the floor as if they were picking up his mantle. Then they pretended to lift and hold it high. They didn’t dare admit they had nothing to hold.

      So off went the Emperor in procession under his splendid canopy. Everyone in the streets and the windows said, ‘Oh, how fine are the Emperor’s new clothes! Don’t they fit him to perfection? And see his long train!’ Nobody would confess that he couldn’t see anything, for that would prove him either unfit for his position, or a fool. No costume the Emperor had worn before was ever such a complete success.

      ‘But he hasn’t got anything on,’ a little child said.

      ‘Did you ever hear such innocent prattle?’ said its father. And one person whispered to another what the child had said, ‘He hasn’t anything on. A child says he hasn’t anything on.’

      ‘But he hasn’t got anything on!’ the whole town cried out at last.

      The Emperor shivered, for he suspected they were right. But he thought, ‘This procession has got to go on.’ So he walked more proudly than ever, as his noblemen held high the train that wasn’t there at all.

      The Princess and the Pea

      Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.

      One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.

      It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious![14] what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.

      Well, we’ll soon find that out, thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bedroom, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.

      On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

      ‘Oh, very badly!’ said she. ‘I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue[15] all over my body. It’s horrible!’

      Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.

      Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.

      So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

      There, that is a true story.

      The Lion and the Mouse

      Once when a Lion was asleep a little Mouse began running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws to swallow him. ‘Pardon, my King,’ cried the little Mouse: ‘forgive me this time, I shall never forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn[16] some of these days?’ The Lion was so tickled at[17] the idea of the Mouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and let him go.

      Some time after the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search of a wagon to carry him on. Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which the Lion was, went up to him and soon gnawed[18] away the ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. ‘Was I not right?’ said the little Mouse.

      The Small Red Feather

      There once lived a man with his wife. They were very poor and always hungry. The man often went to the forest, but he was a bad hunter and sometimes brought home only a small bird.

      One day he went to the forest again. But it was a very bad day for him: he did not find even a small bird. He was tired[19] and sad. He sat down to rest under a tree. Then he heard a sweet song of a bird.

      He looked up and saw a very small bird whose feathers were red. The bird said, ‘I see that you are poor and hungry. I want to help you. I’ll give you one of my feathers. Take it home and cook it. You will have a good dinner. Come back tomorrow, and I’ll give you another feather.’

      He thanked the bird and went home. He put the feather into a pot and told everything to his wife.

      ‘Silly, how can the feather become food?’ You must catch the bird and kill it. Then we can cook the bird and eat it.’

      He did not answer, but looked into the pot and saw there a good dinner.

      Every day he went to the forest, and every day the small bird gave him a red feather that made a dinner for the man and his wife.

      But his wife was very greedy. Every day she said to the man, ‘We must not have only the little red feather. We must have the bird. Then we can cook two, three or four feathers every day and we shall have as much food as we like.’

      ‘But the little bird is my friend. I shall not kill it.’ One day the woman followed her husband into the forest, but he did not see her. The woman heard the sweet song of the little red bird. She took a stone and killed it. The bird fell down off the tree. The man was very sad, but the wife said, ‘Now we shall have much food every day.’

      They went home. At home the woman pulled one red feather off the bird and put it into the hot water. She cooked and cooked it, but the feather was just a feather. And from that day on they were again always hungry.

      Mr Fox

      Lady Mary was young, and Lady Mary was beautiful. She had two brothers, and more admirers than she could count.

      But of them all, the bravest and most gallant was a Mr Fox, whom she met when she was down at her father’s country house. No one knew who Mr Fox was; but he was certainty brave, and surely rich, and of all her lovers Lady Mary cared for him alone.

      At last it was agreed upon between them that they should be married. Lady Mary asked Mr Fox where they should live, and he described to her his castle, and where it was; but, strange to say, did not ask her or her brothers to come and see it.

      So one day, near the wedding day, when her brothers were out, and Mr Fox was away for a day or two on business, as he said, Lady Mary set out for Mr Fox’s castle.

      And after many searchings, she came at last to it, and a fine strong house it was, with high walls and a deep moat.

      And when she came up to the gateway she saw written on it:

      Be bold, be bold.

      But as the gate was open, she went through it, and found no one there.

      So she went up to the doorway, and over it she found written:

      Be bold, be bold, but not too bold.

      Still she went on, till she came into the hall, and went up the broad stairs till she came to a door in the gallery, over which was written:

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