The Magic Daughter
In olden times, when it was still of use to wish for the thing one wanted, there lived a King whose daughter was so beautiful that God himself spoke to her, and said, “Be content, my child, if there is something thou should want, thou shalt have it.” And he gave her a magic wand.
And she would have been in all paradise, but for the poor girl who would stand near her, all day long, and who would sneak around her, and when the beautiful daughter would wave her magic wand, the poor girl would see it all, and become envious, and say she must have a wand too.
One day, when she saw the poor girl was away, she got up and went to her sweetheart’s and knocked on his door. He came to her, and the beautiful girl said, “Listen, we have guidance; when my magic is seen, I am lost.”
“I advise you, “ said Roland, “to use the magic wand sparingly. Use it three times, any more, and it will be no good for you.”
She cried, “It will be, my sweetheart. If ever you wonder, know that you cannot escape me.”
So now, after he found that she had used one her wishes to marry him, he went to his father and prepared for the wedding. And she waited for him in a field of flowers.
But when he arrived, he saw a poor maiden sneaking close to the beautiful daughter, the poor girl that had haunted the beautiful daughter. He thought, “Perhaps she should not have to have such a terrible curse.”
But it happened that God, saw the flowers, and because she was so beautiful, made it so that the daughter did not notice the sneaking poor girl anymore, and everything went wonderfully well at the wedding.
After the wedding, her sweetheart could not understand how it was done, for it was God, but he was well pleased, and the two went to a wise women to receive counsel.
The wise woman said, “There is magic in her; get up early with her, be what it may, dress her in white, and give a flower to her each morning at daybreak.”
Now, there was an old custom in that country that after a wedding, that all the girls should sing in honor of the bride and bride-groom. And that faithful man, when he heard the women of the country singing, magic though she was, he sprang up and said, “I know my bride, and no other will I have!” And everything that he could not understand he had forgotten, and he was swept out of his mind, and came home with his faithful maiden; and her joy began.
I have recorded a podcast with the LOL (love of literature) podcast for The Golden Book of Tales. It will be releasing soon!
Along with self publishing, I am still going to submit some other (unpublished) tales to contests, and try to get them published that way (as an alternative to self publish that someone suggested). Below is the Golden Book of Tales, that I will be self publishing soon!
The Golden Book of Tales
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