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During the night， when all the people at the inn were gone to bed， some one was heard to sigh so deeply and painfully， and the sighing continued for so long a time， that every one got up to see what could be the matter. The showman went at once to his little theatre and found that it proceeded from the dolls， who all lay on the floor sighing piteously， and staring with their glass eyes； they all wanted to be rubbed with the ointment， so that， like the queen， they might be able to move of themselves. The queen threw herself on her knees， took off her beautiful crown， and， holding it in her hand， cried， “Take this from me， but do rub my husband and his courtiers.”
the poor man who owned the theatre could scarcely refrain from weeping； he was so sorry that he could not help them. Then he immediately spoke to John's comrade， and promised him all the money he might receive at the next evening's performance， if he would only rub the ointment on four or five of his dolls. But the fellow-traveller said he did not require anything in return， excepting the sword which the showman wore by his side. As soon as he received the sword he anointed six of the dolls with the ointment， and they were able immediately to dance so gracefully that all the living girls in the room could not help joining in the dance. The coachman danced with the cook， and the waiters with the chambermaids， and all the strangers joined； even the tongs and the fire-shovel made an attempt， but they fell down after the first jump. So after all it was a very merry night. The next morning John and his companion left the inn to continue their journey through the GREat pine-forests and over the high mountains. They arrived at last at such a great height that towns and villages lay beneath them， and the church steeples looked like little specks between the green trees. They could see for miles round， far away to places they had never visited， and John saw more of the beautiful world than he had ever known before. The sun shone brightly in the blue firmament above， and through the clear mountain air came the sound of the huntsman's horn， and the soft， sweet notes brought tears into his eyes， and he could not help exclaiming， “How good and loving God is to give us all this beauty and loveliness in the world to make us happy！”
His fellow-traveller stood by with folded hands， gazing on the dark wood and the towns bathed in the warm sunshine. At this moment there sounded over their heads sweet music. They looked up， and discovered a large white swan hovering in the air， and singing as never bird sang before. But the song soon became weaker and weaker， the bird's head drooped， and he sunk slowly down， and lay dead at their feet.
“It is a beautiful bird，” said the traveller， “and these large white wings are worth a GREat deal of money. I will take them with me. You see now that a sword will be very useful.”
So he cut off the wings of the dead swan with one blow， and carried them away with him.
they now continued their journey over the mountains for many miles， till they at length reached a large city， containing hundreds of towers， that shone in the sunshine like silver. In the midst of the city stood a splendid marble palace， roofed with pure red gold， in which dwelt the king. John and his companion would not go into the town immediately； so they stopped at an inn outside the town， to change their clothes； for they wished to appear respectable as they walked through the streets. The landlord told them that the king was a very good man， who never injured any one： but as to his daughter， “Heaven defend us！”
She was indeed a wicked princess. She possessed beauty enough—nobody could be more elegant or prettier than she was； but what of that？ for she was a wicked witch； and in consequence of her conduct many noble young princes had lost their lives. Any one was at liberty to make her an offer； were he a prince or a beggar， it mattered not to her. She would ask him to guess three things which she had just thought of， and if he succeed， he was to marry her， and be king over all the land when her father died； but if he could not guess these three things， then she ordered him to be hanged or to have his head cut off. The old king， her father， was very much grieved at her conduct， but he could not prevent her from being so wicked， because he once said he would have nothing more to do with her lovers； she might do as she pleased. Each prince who came and tried the three guesses， so that he might marry the princess， had been unable to find them out， and had been hanged or beheaded. They had all been warned in time， and might have left her alone， if they would. The old king became at last so distressed at all these dreadful circumstances， that for a whole day every year he and his soldiers knelt and prayed that the princess might become good； but she continued as wicked as ever. The old women who drank brandy would color it quite black before they drank it， to show how they mourned； and what more could they do？
“What a horrible princess！” said John； “she ought to be well flogged. If I were the old king， I would have her punished in some way.”
Just then they heard the people outside shouting， “Hurrah！” and， looking out， they saw the princess passing by； and she was really so beautiful that everybody forgot her wickedness， and shouted “Hurrah！” Twelve lovely maidens in white silk dresses， holding golden tulips in their hands， rode by her side on coal-black horses. The princess herself had a snow-white steed， decked with diamonds and rubies. Her dress was of cloth of gold， and the whip she held in her hand looked like a sunbeam. The golden crown on her head glittered like the stars of heaven， and her mantle was formed of thousands of butterflies' wings sewn together. Yet she herself was more beautiful than all.
When John saw her， his face became as red as a drop of blood， and he could scarcely utter a word. the princess looked exactly like the beautiful lady with the golden crown， of whom he had dreamed on the night his father died. She appeared to him so lovely that he could not help loving her.
“It could not be true，” he thought， “that she was really a wicked witch， who ordered people to be hanged or beheaded， if they could not guess her thoughts. Every one has permission to go and ask her hand， even the poorest beggar. I shall pay a visit to the palace，” he said； “I must go， for I cannot help myself.”
then they all advised him not to attempt it； for he would be sure to share the same fate as the rest. His fellow-traveller also tried to persuade him against it； but John seemed quite sure of success. He brushed his shoes and his coat， washed his face and his hands， combed his soft flaxen hair， and then went out alone into the town， and walked to the palace.
“Come in，” said the king， as John knocked at the door. John opened it， and the old king， in a dressing gown and embroidered slippers， came towards him. He had the crown on his head， carried his sceptre in one hand， and the orb in the other. “Wait a bit，” said he， and he placed the orb under his arm， so that he could offer the other hand to John； but when he found that John was another suitor， he began to weep so violently， that both the sceptre and the orb fell to the floor， and he was obliged to wipe his eyes with his dressing gown. Poor old king！ “Let her alone，” he said； “you will fare as badly as all the others. Come， I will show you.” Then he led him out into the princess's pleasure gardens， and there he saw a frightful sight. On every tree hung three or four king's sons who had wooed the princess， but had not been able to guess the riddles she gave them. Their skeletons rattled in every breeze， so that the terrified birds never dared to venture into the garden. All the flowers were supported by human bones instead of sticks， and human skulls in the flower-pots grinned horribly. It was really a doleful garden for a princess. “Do you see all this？” said the old king； “your fate will be the same as those who are here， therefore do not attempt it. You really make me very unhappy，—I take these things to heart so very much.”
John kissed the good old king's hand， and said he was sure it would be all right， for he was quite enchanted with the beautiful princess. Then the princess herself came riding into the palace yard with all her ladies， and he wished her “Good morning.” She looked wonderfully fair and lovely when she offered her hand to John， and he loved her more than ever. How could she be a wicked witch， as all the people asserted？ He accompanied her into the hall， and the little pages offered them gingerbread nuts and sweetmeats， but the old king was so unhappy he could eat nothing， and besides， gingerbread nuts were too hard for him. It was decided that John should come to the palace the next day， when the judges and the whole of the counsellors would be present， to try if he could guess the first riddle. If he succeeded， he would have to come a second time； but if not， he would lose his life，—and no one had ever been able to guess even one. However， John was not at all anxious about the result of his trial； on the contrary， he was very merry. He thought only of the beautiful princess， and believed that in some way he should have help， but how he knew not， and did not like to think about it； so he danced along the high-road as he went back to the inn， where he had left his fellow-traveller waiting for him. John could not refrain from telling him how gracious the princess had been， and how beautiful she looked. He longed for the next day so much， that he might go to the palace and try his luck at guessing the riddles. But his comrade shook his head， and looked very mournful. “I do so wish you to do well，” said he； “we might have continued together much longer， and now I am likely to lose you； you poor dear John！ I could shed tears， but I will not make you unhappy on the last night we may be together. We will be merry， really merry this evening； to-morrow， after you are gone， shall be able to weep undisturbed.”
It was very quickly known among the inhabitants of the town that another suitor had arrived for the princess， and there was GREat sorrow in consequence. The theatre remained closed， the women who sold sweetmeats tied crape round the sugar-sticks， and the king and the priests were on their knees in the church. There was a great lamentation， for no one expected John to succeed better than those who had been suitors before.
In the evening John's comrade prepared a large bowl of punch， and said， “Now let us be merry， and drink to the health of the princess.” But after drinking two glasses， John became so sleepy， that he could not keep his eyes open， and fell fast asleep. Then his fellow-traveller lifted him gently out of his chair， and laid him on the bed； and as soon as it was quite dark， he took the two large wings which he had cut from the dead swan， and tied them firmly to his own shoulders. Then he put into his pocket the largest of the three rods which he had obtained from the old woman who had fallen and broken her leg. After this he opened the window， and flew away over the town， straight towards the palace， and seated himself in a corner， under the window which looked into the bedroom of the princess.
the town was perfectly still when the clocks struck a quarter to twelve. Presently the window opened， and the princess， who had large black wings to her shoulders， and a long white mantle， flew away over the city towards a high mountain. The fellow-traveller， who had made himself invisible， so that she could not possibly see him， flew after her through the air， and whipped the princess with his rod， so that the blood came whenever he struck her. Ah， it was a strange flight through the air！ The wind caught her mantle， so that it spread out on all sides， like the large sail of a ship， and the moon shone through it. “How it hails， to be sure！” said the princess， at each blow she received from the rod； and it served her right to be whipped.
