Once there lived a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then he wanted a
real Princess. He traveled around the world to find one, but
there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but
whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in
discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about
them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because
he wanted a real princess so badly.
One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and there was lightning too
and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.
In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the Old King himself opened the door.
It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state
from the rain and the storm. The water was streaming out of her hair and
clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but
she said that she was a real princess.
‘Well we shall soon see if that is true,’ thought the old Queen, but
she said nothing. She went into the Guest Bedroom with her servants, they took the mattress
off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she asked the servants to pile twenty mattresses on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of
the mattresses.
This was the bed, where princess was suppose to sleep that night. The Queen showed the Princess her bed. The Princess happily climbed the ladder to the bed.
In the morning, at the time of breakfast, they asked her how she slept.
This was the bed, where princess was suppose to sleep that night. The Queen showed the Princess her bed. The Princess happily climbed the ladder to the bed.
In the morning, at the time of breakfast, they asked her how she slept.
‘Oh terribly bad!’ said the princess. ‘I have hardly closed my eyes
the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be
lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this
morning. It was terrible!’
They saw at once that she is a real princess. Only the real princess can feel,
the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a
real princess could have such a delicate skin.
So the prince took her to be his wife, as for now he was sure that he
had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it was still be seen.
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