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“
Don
’
t
be
afraid
.
The
meaning
will
come
with
the
thing
itself
,
”
said
she
.
The
assembly
broke
up
,
miserable
enough
—
the
queen
,
at
least
,
prepared
for
a
good
many
sleepless
nights
,
and
the
lady
at
the
head
of
the
nursery
department
anything
but
comfortable
in
the
prospect
before
her
,
for
of
course
the
queen
could
not
do
it
all
.
As
for
the
king
,
he
made
up
his
mind
,
with
what
courage
he
could
summon
,
to
meet
the
demands
of
the
case
,
but
wondered
whether
he
could
with
any
propriety
require
the
First
Lord
of
the
Treasury
to
take
a
share
in
the
burden
laid
upon
him
.
I
will
not
attempt
to
describe
what
they
had
to
go
through
for
some
time
.
But
at
last
the
household
settled
into
a
regular
system
—
a
very
irregular
one
in
some
respects
.
For
at
certain
seasons
the
palace
rang
all
night
with
bursts
of
laughter
from
little
Daylight
,
whose
heart
the
old
fairy
’
s
curse
could
not
reach
;
she
was
Daylight
still
,
only
a
little
in
the
wrong
place
,
for
she
always
dropped
asleep
at
the
first
hint
of
dawn
in
the
east
.
But
her
merriment
was
of
short
duration
.
When
the
moon
was
at
the
full
,
she
was
in
glorious
spirits
,
and
as
beautiful
as
it
was
possible
for
a
child
of
her
age
to
be
.
But
as
the
moon
waned
,
she
faded
,
until
at
last
she
was
wan
and
withered
like
the
poorest
,
sickliest
child
you
might
come
upon
in
the
streets
of
a
great
city
in
the
arms
of
a
homeless
mother
.
Then
the
night
was
quiet
as
the
day
,
for
the
little
creature
lay
in
her
gorgeous
cradle
night
and
day
with
hardly
a
motion
,
and
indeed
at
last
without
even
a
moan
,
like
one
dead
.
At
first
they
often
thought
she
was
dead
,
but
at
last
they
got
used
to
it
,
and
only
consulted
the
almanac
to
find
the
moment
when
she
would
begin
to
revive
,
which
,
of
course
,
was
with
the
first
appearance
of
the
silver
thread
of
the
crescent
moon
.
Then
she
would
move
her
lips
,
and
they
would
give
her
a
little
nourishment
;
and
she
would
grow
better
and
better
and
better
,
until
for
a
few
days
she
was
splendidly
well
.
When
well
,
she
was
always
merriest
out
in
the
moonlight
;
but
even
when
near
her
worst
,
she
seemed
better
when
,
in
warm
summer
nights
,
they
carried
her
cradle
out
into
the
light
of
the
waning
moon
.
Then
in
her
sleep
she
would
smile
the
faintest
,
most
pitiful
smile
.
For
a
long
time
very
few
people
ever
saw
her
awake
.
As
she
grew
older
she
became
such
a
favourite
,
however
,
that
about
the
palace
there
were
always
some
who
would
contrive
to
keep
awake
at
night
,
in
order
to
be
near
her
.
But
she
soon
began
to
take
every
chance
of
getting
away
from
her
nurses
and
enjoying
her
moonlight
alone
.
And
thus
things
went
on
until
she
was
nearly
seventeen
years
of
age
.
Her
father
and
mother
had
by
that
time
got
so
used
to
the
odd
state
of
things
that
they
had
ceased
to
wonder
at
them
.
All
their
arrangements
had
reference
to
the
state
of
the
Princess
Daylight
,
and
it
is
amazing
how
things
contrive
to
accommodate
themselves
.
But
how
any
prince
was
ever
to
find
and
deliver
her
,
appeared
inconceivable
.
As
she
grew
older
she
had
grown
more
and
more
beautiful
,
with
the
sunniest
hair
and
the
loveliest
eyes
of
heavenly
blue
,
brilliant
and
profound
as
the
sky
of
a
June
day
.
But
so
much
more
painful
and
sad
was
the
change
as
her
bad
time
came
on
.
The
more
beautiful
she
was
in
the
full
moon
,
the
more
withered
and
worn
did
she
become
as
the
moon
waned
.
At
the
time
at
which
my
story
has
now
arrived
,
she
looked
,
when
the
moon
was
small
or
gone
,
like
an
old
woman
exhausted
with
suffering
.
This
was
the
more
painful
that
her
appearance
was
unnatural
;
for
her
hair
and
eyes
did
not
change
.
Her
wan
face
was
both
drawn
and
wrinkled
,
and
had
an
eager
hungry
look
.
Her
skinny
hands
moved
as
if
wishing
,
but
unable
,
to
lay
hold
of
something
.
Her
shoulders
were
bent
forward
,
her
chest
went
in
,
and
she
stooped
as
if
she
were
eighty
years
old
.
At
last
she
had
to
be
put
to
bed
,
and
there
await
the
flow
of
the
tide
of
life
.
But
she
grew
to
dislike
being
seen
,
still
more
being
touched
by
any
hands
,
during
this
season
.
One
lovely
summer
evening
,
when
the
moon
lay
all
but
gone
upon
the
verge
of
the
horizon
,
she
vanished
from
her
attendants
,
and
it
was
only
after
searching
for
her
a
long
time
in
great
terror
,
that
they
found
her
fast
asleep
in
the
forest
,
at
the
foot
of
a
silver
birch
,
and
carried
her
home
.
A
little
way
from
the
palace
there
was
a
great
open
glade
,
covered
with
the
greenest
and
softest
grass
.
This
was
her
favourite
haunt
;
for
here
the
full
moon
shone
free
and
glorious
,
while
through
a
vista
in
the
trees
she
could
generally
see
more
or
less
of
the
dying
moon
as
it
crossed
the
opening
.
Here
she
had
a
little
rustic
house
built
for
her
,
and
here
she
mostly
resided
.
None
of
the
court
might
go
there
without
leave
,
and
her
own
attendants
had
learned
by
this
time
not
to
be
officious
in
waiting
upon
her
,
so
that
she
was
very
much
at
liberty
.
Whether
the
good
fairies
had
anything
to
do
with
it
or
not
I
cannot
tell
,
but
at
last
she
got
into
the
way
of
retreating
further
into
the
wood
every
night
as
the
moon
waned
,
so
that
sometimes
they
had
great
trouble
in
finding
her
;
but
as
she
was
always
very
angry
if
she
discovered
they
were
watching
her
,
they
scarcely
dared
to
do
so
.
At
length
one
night
they
thought
they
had
lost
her
altogether
.
It
was
morning
before
they
found
her
.
Feeble
as
she
was
,
she
had
wandered
into
a
thicket
a
long
way
from
the
glade
,
and
there
she
lay
—
fast
asleep
,
of
course
.
Although
the
fame
of
her
beauty
and
sweetness
had
gone
abroad
,
yet
as
everybody
knew
she
was
under
a
bad
spell
,
no
king
in
the
neighbourhood
had
any
desire
to
have
her
for
a
daughter
-
in
-
law
.
There
were
serious
objections
to
such
a
relation
.
