The
hubbub was terrible, and the poor old dame was quite bewildered. How
could she tell which door she had marked? It was quite useless. The
dog had perplexed everybody, and they went back to the copper palace
knowing no more than when they left it.
But the Queen was a clever woman. She could do more than just sit very
properly on a throne.
The same evening, she took her big gold scissors and cut up a large
piece of silk into small pieces. These she sewed together into a
pretty little bag. Then she filled the bag with the finest grains of
wheat. With her own hands she tied the bag round the Princess's waist,
after which she took her gold scissors again and cut a tiny little
hole in the bag, a hole just big enough to let the grains of wheat
drop out whenever the Princess moved.
That night the dog came again and carried the Princess off to the
soldier, and the soldier wished he were a Prince, for then he would
marry this beautiful Princess.
Now although the dog had very big eyes, eyes as large as saucers, he
did not notice the tiny grains of wheat as they dropped out all along
the road from the palace to the soldier's window. Under the window
the dog stopped and climbed up the wall with the Princess, into the
soldier's room.
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