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.She didnot know why the queen would have erred in such away, but she calmed herself with the certainty ofrescue by the king.Shortly after the last of the sun's rays had fadedfrom her window, she heard again the scratching at the door.Once more the slot was opened and ameal passed through."Wait!" called the princess."Please! Can you tellme how I came to be here?""I'll get the tray tomorrow when I bring your nextmeal," said the voice behind the door, and then theslot was shut and the silence returned.As she haddone the night before, the princess ate every morseland curled up on the couch to wait for sleep.---It came to pass that the routine of her days andseasons established themselves and hope fell likethe leaves of autumn as she grew to understand thatno man would come for her, not even her father.When the first winter appeared, small bundles ofwood had been delivered with her evening meal sothat she could light a fire in her hearth and keepherself warm, and with the return of spring thebundles vanished.In this manner several yearsdrifted by and the princess grew into a shapelyyoung woman whose long, black hair puddledaround her feet on the floor.Many hours of her timewere occupied in the combing of her hair--onehundred slow strokes in the morning and onehundred strokes at night, the golden comb warmingin her hand.She filled her days with reading, or staring out the window, sometimes talking aloud tothe forest creatures that she imagined crept abouther tower.The princess was very lonely, but allthoughts of what life she may have lived before hadbeen put away and she no more called for someone,anyone, to come.The princess watched as another autumn settledin throughout the hills and forest, turning thelandscape into a wash of gold and red.One briskday a large raven landed on the windowsill of theroom.The princess had been sitting on her couchpulling her hair into a braid when the flap of wingsdrew her attention."Oh my," said the princess, blinking at the bird."Who might you be?" she asked.The raven was black as her room at midnight andhis beady eyes the stars in the sky.His feathersshone with the sun gleaming blue and red on hisback.His beak was as long as her littlest finger andhis claws looked as though they could pierce throughher flesh.He bobbed his head and chirped at theprincess."If you come back after the sun has passed thewindow, I will save a treat for you," she said to thebird.He looked at her with an eye while the otherpeered out over the trees and then launched himselffrom her sill and flew off above the forest.Later that day, after the sun had passed herwindow and the scratching at the door had comeand gone, the raven landed again, his feathers silver now in the light of a round moon."I thought you'd return, for no one can pass up atreat," said the princess as she put a bit of lamb onthe sill at his feet.The raven edged away from herhand, but as soon as she withdrew it he ate the bit ofmeat so quickly that if she had blinked her eyes, shewould not have seen it happen."Hungry, are you?" The princess fed the raven afew remaining scraps and watched as he flew offwith the last bite still in his beak."Do come back," she said.That very night, curled into her small couch andcovered in her quilts, the princess had a dreamunlike any other.In her dream she was swept awayuntil she saw a tower at the end of the world, fogbillowing about its curving walls.All was dark but forone small spark of light that shone from a window atthe top.Within that window stood a girl, her long hairspilling from her head in a sheet of gold thatreminded the dreaming princess of her belovedcomb, glowing in that same manner.Somethingstirred within the princess at this sight and shestretched her dreaming self towards the golden girl.In the window the girl turned and as her lively eyesmet those of the princess she, too, reached out herhand.Just as their fingertips were about to touch, theprincess stretched into wakefulness and the dreamended quickly behind her.She rose that day with an unfamiliar longing inher breast and no amount of combing sufficed to ease her mood [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She didnot know why the queen would have erred in such away, but she calmed herself with the certainty ofrescue by the king.Shortly after the last of the sun's rays had fadedfrom her window, she heard again the scratching at the door.Once more the slot was opened and ameal passed through."Wait!" called the princess."Please! Can you tellme how I came to be here?""I'll get the tray tomorrow when I bring your nextmeal," said the voice behind the door, and then theslot was shut and the silence returned.As she haddone the night before, the princess ate every morseland curled up on the couch to wait for sleep.---It came to pass that the routine of her days andseasons established themselves and hope fell likethe leaves of autumn as she grew to understand thatno man would come for her, not even her father.When the first winter appeared, small bundles ofwood had been delivered with her evening meal sothat she could light a fire in her hearth and keepherself warm, and with the return of spring thebundles vanished.In this manner several yearsdrifted by and the princess grew into a shapelyyoung woman whose long, black hair puddledaround her feet on the floor.Many hours of her timewere occupied in the combing of her hair--onehundred slow strokes in the morning and onehundred strokes at night, the golden comb warmingin her hand.She filled her days with reading, or staring out the window, sometimes talking aloud tothe forest creatures that she imagined crept abouther tower.The princess was very lonely, but allthoughts of what life she may have lived before hadbeen put away and she no more called for someone,anyone, to come.The princess watched as another autumn settledin throughout the hills and forest, turning thelandscape into a wash of gold and red.One briskday a large raven landed on the windowsill of theroom.The princess had been sitting on her couchpulling her hair into a braid when the flap of wingsdrew her attention."Oh my," said the princess, blinking at the bird."Who might you be?" she asked.The raven was black as her room at midnight andhis beady eyes the stars in the sky.His feathersshone with the sun gleaming blue and red on hisback.His beak was as long as her littlest finger andhis claws looked as though they could pierce throughher flesh.He bobbed his head and chirped at theprincess."If you come back after the sun has passed thewindow, I will save a treat for you," she said to thebird.He looked at her with an eye while the otherpeered out over the trees and then launched himselffrom her sill and flew off above the forest.Later that day, after the sun had passed herwindow and the scratching at the door had comeand gone, the raven landed again, his feathers silver now in the light of a round moon."I thought you'd return, for no one can pass up atreat," said the princess as she put a bit of lamb onthe sill at his feet.The raven edged away from herhand, but as soon as she withdrew it he ate the bit ofmeat so quickly that if she had blinked her eyes, shewould not have seen it happen."Hungry, are you?" The princess fed the raven afew remaining scraps and watched as he flew offwith the last bite still in his beak."Do come back," she said.That very night, curled into her small couch andcovered in her quilts, the princess had a dreamunlike any other.In her dream she was swept awayuntil she saw a tower at the end of the world, fogbillowing about its curving walls.All was dark but forone small spark of light that shone from a window atthe top.Within that window stood a girl, her long hairspilling from her head in a sheet of gold thatreminded the dreaming princess of her belovedcomb, glowing in that same manner.Somethingstirred within the princess at this sight and shestretched her dreaming self towards the golden girl.In the window the girl turned and as her lively eyesmet those of the princess she, too, reached out herhand.Just as their fingertips were about to touch, theprincess stretched into wakefulness and the dreamended quickly behind her.She rose that day with an unfamiliar longing inher breast and no amount of combing sufficed to ease her mood [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]