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... And then one fine day the son of the king who reigned at the time, went hunting.
In the distance, above the thick dense forest, he saw a tower of some castle.
— Whose is this castle? he asked. — Who lives there?
Each replied that he heard from other. Some said it was old ruins, which are haunted, others claimed that all witches in the neighborhood celebrated in an abandoned castle his coven. But most agreed on the fact that the old castle belongs to the eater...
And before him the enchanted forest. The Prince jumped from his horse, and high, thick trees, thorny bushes, wild rose bushes all parted to give him way. Like a long, straight alley, he went to the castle which was visible in the distance...
And finally he entered the room with gilded walls and gilded ceiling. Stopped.
On the bed, a canopy which was thrown back, rested a beautiful young Princess.
The Prince involuntarily closed his eyes: her beauty shined so that even the gold around it seemed dull and pale. Shaking with excitement, he approached and fell on his knees before her and kissed it.... ( W. Perrault)