The SwineherdONCE upon a time lived a poor prince; his kingdom was very
small, but it was large enough to enable him to marry, and marry he
would. It was rather bold of him that he went and asked the
emperor's daughter: "Will you marry me?" but he ventured to do so,
for his name was known far and wide, and there were hundreds of
princesses who would have gladly accepted him, but would she do so?
Now we shall see.
On the grave of the prince's father grew a rose-tree, the
most beautiful of its kind. It bloomed only once in five years, and
then it had only one single rose upon it, but what a rose! It had
such a sweet scent that one instantly forgot all sorrow and grief
when one smelt it. He had also a nightingale, which could sing as
if every sweet melody was in its t