A shortened version of the familiar tale.
There was once an old king, so wise and kind and true that the most powerful good fairy of his land visited him and asked him to name the dearest wish of his heart, that she might grant it.
"Surely you know it," said the good king; "it is for my only son, Prince Cherry; do for him whatever you would have done for me.""Gladly," said the great fairy; "choose what I shall give him.I can make him the richest, the most beautiful, or the most powerful prince in the world; choose.""None of those things are what I want," said the king."I want only that he shall be good.Of what use will it be to him to be beautiful, rich, or powerful, if he grows into a bad man? Make him the best prince in the world, I beg you!""Alas, I cannot make him good," said the fairy; "he must do that for himself.I can give him good advice, reprove him when he does wrong, and punish him if he will not punish himself; I can and will be his best friend, but I cannot make him good unless he wills it."The king was sad to hear this, but he rejoiced in the friendship of the fairy for his son.And when he died, soon after, he was happy to know that he left Prince Cherry in her hands.
Prince Cherry grieved for his father and often lay awake at night, thinking of him.One night, when he was all alone in his room, a soft and lovely light suddenly shone before him, and a beautiful vision stood at his side.It was the good fairy.She was clad in robes of dazzling white, and on her shining hair she wore a wreath of white roses.
"I am the Fairy Candide," she said to the prince."I promised your father that I would be your best friend, and as long as you live I shall watch over your happiness.I have brought you a gift; it is not wonderfulto look at, but it has a wonderful power for your welfare; wear it, and let it help you."As she spoke, she placed a small gold ring on the prince's little finger."This ring," she said, "will help you to be good; when you do evil, it will prick you, to remind you.If you do not heed its warnings a worse thing will happen to you, for I shall become your enemy." Then she vanished.
Prince Cherry wore his ring, and said nothing to any one of the fairy's gift.It did not prick him for a long time, because he was good and merry and happy.But Prince Cherry had been rather spoiled by his nurse when he was a child; she had always said to him that when he should become king he could do exactly as he pleased.Now, after a while, he began to find out that this was not true, and it made him angry.
The first time that he noticed that even a king could not always have his own way was on a day when he went hunting.It happened that he got no game.This put him in such a bad temper that he grumbled and scolded all the way home.The little gold ring began to feel tight and uncomfortable.When he reached the palace his pet dog ran to meet him.
"Go away!" said the prince, crossly.
But the little dog was so used to being petted that he only jumped up on his master, and tried to kiss his hand.The prince turned and kicked the little creature.At the instant, he felt a sharp prick in his little finger, like a pin prick.
"What nonsense!" said the prince to himself."Am I not king of the whole land? May I not kick my own dog, if I choose? What evil is there in that?"A silver voice spoke in his ear: "The king of the land has a right to do good, but not evil; you have been guilty of bad temper and of cruelty to- day; see that you do better to-morrow."The prince turned sharply, but no one was to be seen; yet he recognized the voice as that of Fairy Candide.
He followed her advice for a little, but presently he forgot, and the ring pricked him so sharply that his finger had a drop of blood on it.This happened again and again, for the prince grew more self-willed and headstrong every day; he had some bad friends, too, who urged him on, inthe hope that he would ruin himself and give them a chance to seize the throne.He treated his people carelessly and his servants cruelly, and everything he wanted he felt that he must have.
The ring annoyed him terribly; it was embarrassing for a king to have a drop of blood on his finger all the time! At last he took the ring off and put it out of sight.Then he thought he should be perfectly happy, having his own way; but instead, he grew more unhappy as he grew less good.Whenever he was crossed, or could not have his own way instantly, he flew into a passion,Finally, he wanted something that he really could not have.This time it was a most beautiful young girl, named Zelia; the prince saw her, and loved her so much that he wanted at once to make her his queen.To his great astonishment, she refused.
"Am I not pleasing to you?" asked the prince in surprise.
"You are very handsome, very charming, Prince," said Zelia; "but you are not like the good king, your father; I fear you would make me very miserable if I were your queen."In a great rage, Prince Cherry ordered the young girl put in prison; and the key of her dungeon he kept.He told one of his friends, a wicked man who flattered him for his own purposes, about the thing, and asked his advice.
"Are you not king?" said the bad friend, "May you not do as you will? Keep the girl in a dungeon till she does as you command, and if she will not, sell her as a slave.""But would it not be a disgrace for me to harm an innocent creature?" said the prince.
"It would be a disgrace to you to have it said that one of your subjects dared disobey you!" said the courtier.
He had cleverly touched the Prince's worst trait, his pride.Prince Cherry went at once to Zelia's dungeon, prepared to do this cruel thing.
Zelia was gone.No one had the key save the prince himself; yet she was gone.The only person who could have dared to help her, thought the prince, was his old tutor, Suliman, the only man left who ever rebuked him for anything.In fury, he ordered Suliman to be put in fetters and broughtbefore him.
