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Once upon a time in the great Northlands, there stood an ancient castle.
It was thought that the castle grew from the rocky hillside.
These great Northlands were a cold and gloomy place, seldom warm or dry.
It was a land of rocky hills sloping northwards to the jagged and snow covered peaks of the hinterland.
The east and west were mostly rocky hillsides, thick brush leading to dark and dense forests beyond.
The south was mostly grassy hills sloping gently downward to the forest and the river, a fortnight's ride in the best of weather.
The inhabitants of this formidable dwelling were the nobility, who ruled, not only the land but also time itself on this lonely hillside.
The king of this land was a kind and gentle man of middle years, middle height, middle weight and unfortunately, of middling intelligence.
Having ruled since boyhood, due to his father's untimely death, the king was very respectful of his subjects and they of him.
The entire village lived a very simple and difficult life, some spiritual, some superstitious, some not.
Life for the villagers was indeed harsh, though not knowing differently they were content to be safe from invasion, warm in the brutal winter months and adequately fed.
Their safety was mostly insured by their isolation.
Though it was agreed by all that the king was their protector and they having no formal religion, was also their saviour.
There was actually a type prayer chanted at meals and there only holiday;
'Blessed be the king, his sword, his bread, babies nursed, bellies fed, hovels warm, demons dead, blessed be the kings sword and bread.'
Luckily for one of the villagers, this harsh life was not absolutely horrible in this foreboding place, it was, by all standards quite comfortable.
That of course, was the life of the princess, the kings only child and future heir to the throne and ruler of this unbounded kingdom.
A very kind and sweet young girl, she was loved by all, as a daughter to some and sister to others.
Upon the princesses twentieth birthday the king called for his four most trustworthy, loyal and brave knights, to serve as messengers and venture to the four points of the compass with hopes of finding a suitable princely husband for the future queen.
Our most valiant knight was to take the northern route.
By far the most difficult journey, high into the rugged cloud covered mountains, endless winters and the unknown.
As the days wore on, the snow grew steadily deeper and each night more frigid than the night before.
Despite the hardship the gallant knight persisted for many weeks, until he and his faithful companion of many years, the chestnut mare, could go no further.
The poor old mare burdened by not only the terrain and weather, but also the weight of the dwindling supplies, the kings bag of gold, the very heavy golden shield and her rider.
The shield of course was not intended for battle, but ceremony, and was to be given as a gift to some unknown king.
It was a very special shield, crafted especially for the king when he ascended to the throne.
Several more weeks passed and the knight and his old friend trudged together, side by side, until the snow was far too deep to walk in.
Sensing his demise, the tired and weak knight built a small shelter under a tall spruce tree and let his horse go free, hopefully to return to the castle.
The Eastern route was chosen for the largest and fiercest knight, as his journey was sure to encounter danger and skulduggery, thus he was armed appropriately with a huge broadsword slung over his wide shoulders, a large and heavy battle shield and his kings' fathers' sword, worn proudly on his hip.
This magnificent sword was not however for the knight's use, but was intended to be a gift for the king of the east, whoever that might be.
After many, many weeks of uneventful riding through the thick forest, yet another chilly and misty day was coming to an end.
Through the dusky light he saw in the distance a dilapidated old wagon and an equally dilapidated old horse, though not another living soul seemed to be about.
The knight rode closer and gazed all around, seeing nothing and hearing nothing but the usual sounds of the awakening night forest.
He did however smell something, the smell of freshly burnt wood.
Following his nose, so to speak, he detected a hint of smoke wafting from a small pile of rocks nearby.
"Who be there, show yourself at once." the knight rumbled into the dusky forest.
There was no reply, again the knight shouts, though less harshly
"Who be there, I bring thee no harm."
This time a timid and frightened voice answers.
"Please kind sir, do not hurt us, we are just a poor family trying to get our sick baby to the village."
The knight dismounts from his horse and walks cautiously to the pile of smouldering rocks.
"Show yourself at once" he orders.
Slowly the small pitiful family appeared from the shadows.
"I beg of you sir, please don't hurt us, we have nothing, we need to get our poor, little, dying baby to the village." whimpers the distraught young mother.
The knight responds "Fear not, I have not come to harm you, I too am headed to the village to see the king."
"Oh, please kind sir, will you help us?" cries the scruffy young woman, "My baby will die if we don't get to the village soon."
The knight, as kind as he was large, offers a solution.
"We shall harness my horse to your wagon and go to the village together."
"Oh no, kind sir" snaps the women in reply, "the trail ahead is very bad and would be to slow."
The knight, now fully sensing her urgency, offers another suggestion "I shall ride with the baby to the village." he says.
"But sir, I am sure you are a true and proper knight, but a mother cannot give her only child to a stranger, you must understand." cries the evermore insistent mother.
"Of course I understand," replies the befuddled knight, "you shall ride to the village."
The young woman interrupts "Thank you kind sir, that is most generous of you, but I cannot ride such a large and magnificent beast, though" she pauses, "my husband is an excellent horseman."
The kind and gentle knight could not refuse, as he could not bear the thought of this small helpless family losing their only child, as he too had but one child.
"So be it, but you must leave at once." decides the knight.
With great appreciation, the couple bowed and praised and thanked the blushing giant.
When all was said, the husband quickly mounted the reluctant beast.
He took the swaddled bundle from his tearful wife, clutched it close to his chest and was off into the growing darkness with only the light of the rising moon to guide him.
The young women, now more relaxed offers to share with the knight some bread and wine from her meagre supply.
The hungry giant gladly accepts.
Moments later our gentle and kind knight is sleeping as soundly as a baby.
At first light the knight awakens from a very deep and refreshing sleep, only to realize he was now alone, very alone.
The young mother was gone, the wagon was gone, even the lame old horse was gone.
But worse, his trusty broad sword and shield was nowhere to be found, yet worse still, the kings gold and gifts had also disappeared.
Stumbling to his feet, the embarrassed and ashamed knight knew he had been tricked.
Brushing the leaves from his cloak, he reluctantly headed home, head hung low, for his sense of duty and loyalty were greater than his sense of shame and the king must be informed of this unfortunate event at once.
As it was assured that the southern route would eventually lead to a large and powerful kingdom, the most intelligent and affable knight was selected.
Having received the gifts and instructions from the king, he shared a sad, heartfelt goodbye with his loving wife and children and then was swiftly off to his unknown destination.
After three days of brisk and invigorating riding, the lonely knight reached the well-known river, running unusually very strong and fast for this time of the year.
Unable to cross, the perplexed knight's only choice was to follow the mighty river downstream to a suitable safe place to cross.
After weeks of hazardous riding through the trail less and unfamiliar forest, he comes upon a sharp bend in the river were the water began to flow far less rapidly and he was finally able to cross.
After several more weeks in the hard and unforgiving saddle, the dense forest began to thin and vast fields and pastures appeared.
By late evening, lights could be seen in a tiny village beyond.
The next morning the relieved knight rides through a small village, more fields and pastures and finally to a larger bustling town and the huge, foreboding castle at the end of the road.
Shortly before nightfall the triumphant knight arrives at the castle gate and there he was promptly stopped by two heavily armed and humourless guards.
The largest and fiercest of the two ordered him down from his horse and to explain his business at the castle.
The friendly knight gladly obliged, not wanting to cause a problem.
He then reached into his saddlebag to retrieve the letter of invitation from his king and then presented it to the guard.
The guard, not being able to read, passed it to the more senior guard who read the fanciful vellum scroll and inquired politely about these so called gifts.
"Show me these gifts and I will bring them to my king at once." said the old guard with a smile.
The Knight feeling more at ease gives the seemingly cheerful guard the small bag of gold and the old jewel handled dagger with the gold sheath and waited.
The sun had now set and the night was growing darker when finally the old guard returned.
"My king has no wish to see you; your tiny bag of gold was an insult, fortunately for you, the dagger pleased him, a little, so when you return with your king he will see you both. Now be off at once." he barked.
The confused knight stood silently for a moment, then asked for his gifts to be returned.
This caused a great roar of laughter from the two guards, who then shook their long and sharp swords at the red-faced knight and repeated their order to leave; they then went back into the castle and locked the gate behind them.
The disgraced knight knew there was nothing more he could do, with a long heavy sigh he mounted his horse and began his long, long journey back home.
The western route, like the north was scarcely travelled as the legends of the dark and evil forces beyond the forest were well known and often repeated.
There was little expectation of success for this journey but was thought to be a good test for a young messenger and possible future knight.
For this reason the youngest, least experienced, but most enthusiastic messenger was selected, assuming he would be frightened soon after the start of his adventure and promptly return, demonstrating at least his good judgment.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for him, the weather was quite nice, the journey mostly pleasant and the change in scenery was intriguing and exiting to the young messenger.
After many, many weeks of riding and experiencing the endless new sights, sounds and smells of this uncharted wilderness he eventually came upon what appeared to be an endless body of water crashing on the rocky shore. The water was cool and refreshing but tasted very strange so he drank no more.
Following the rocky shoreline for another day it began to transition from large slippery jagged boulders and rocks to smaller smoother rocks and stones and finally to tiny stones and sand, where endless ripples of this strange liquid rolled onto the shore.
The sun now high overhead blazing in the cloudless sky, our parched knight was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable and stifled in his many layers of old woollen clothing.
He dismounts his equally uncomfortable horse and removed his thick robe, heavy quilted vest and high leather boots.
Feeling the cool, wet sand disappearing beneath his feet for the first time, the young messenger was quite amazed at this strange new sensation.
He walked on and on with his four legged friend for the rest of the afternoon in an almost blissful and jubilant state, if not for their hunger and thirst.
Luckily for the parched and weary messenger the large glaring sun was now beginning to set over this vast expanse of water, creating vivid colours in the sky he had never seen before.
As the intense light of the day transitioned into dusk the young man spotted tiny glowing orange dots far down the beach, "Perhaps a village" he wished out loud.
The sun had by now disappeared below the horizon and the moon and stars were glowing brightly when the much relived messenger arrived at this strange new place.
There a small group of villagers, some still tossing their nets into the wondrous sparkling effervescent sea saw the bedraggled stranger and rushed to his aid.
The exited and curious villagers welcomed him to their village and gave him much needed food, water and a comfortable place to rest.
After a few of hours of blissful slumber the refreshed messenger awoke to a feast in his honour.
There he ate, danced and filled his kings' golden chalice many times with the strangers potent berry wine.
It was late the next morning when the still dazed messenger stumbled from the tiny little hut perched on the lush hillside to find a perfect day and a perfect and picturesque village spread out before him, the warm and welcoming sandy beach, the brilliant emerald sea beyond and a canopy of pure blue above.
He pauses for a moment to absorb the beauty and tranquillity all around and with hardly another thought, he decides to stay and make his new home among the friendly and happy villagers and their picturesque long sandy beach.
Another winter passes and again the ice thawed to mud, the mud turned green and life once again shone on the village.
Yet none of the messengers had returned and there were no suitors for the princess.
Harvest time quickly arrived and most of the villagers were out of the village picking, digging or otherwise scavenging for anything of possible use during the upcoming long and dreadful winter.
As another cold damp night rapidly approached a young mother with her two crying babies nearby was hurrying to pick the last few reachable berries when she was startled, when suddenly from the fog shrouded forest appeared a man unknown to the frightened woman.
She screamed and plucked her young children from the nearby makeshift pen and ran out of the forest as fast as she could.
Within minutes of the blood-curdling screams, the villagers ran to her rescue and the intruder was easily subdued, for the kind and gentle boy prince did nothing to resist.
He was brought before the Master-at-arms to explain himself, the prince tells his story of his weeks in the dark and frigid forest on his way to return found treasures and the kings' livery and to inform them that the messenger sent to the north was found barely alive, but improving.
The Master-at-arms was sceptical and wanted to throw him in the dungeon.
Fortunately the King was informed and could find no reason to disbelieve the young Prince as he had already returned the small bag of gold and had nothing more to gain from further deceit.
The master-at-arms then pressed the prince about the still missing golden shield.
"That was how your clever knight was found," said the prince "he hung it high atop the giant spruce tree he was sheltered beneath. Our scouts saw the glow from miles away."
The King and the Prince continued their lengthy discussion about this great kingdom to the north and of course the messenger.
Having heard all the details of his heroic knights adventure and rescue, as well as the princes own treacherous journey, the king was absolutely convinced of the prince's honesty and bravery and was then formally introduced to the lovely young princess.
The two became fast friends and spent much time together; their fondness for each other grew daily and was very apparent to all, especially the jubilant king.
As the sun began to rise over the usually harsh northern landscape, our charming and considerate young prince ventured out of the formidable ancient castle.
He much enjoyed his morning walks, though most days were not nearly as pleasant.
As this day began clear and dry, the morning dew rose from the fields giving way to the wildflower blooms in subtle reds, yellows and lavenders all-around.
Now finished gathering a large bunch of the tiny flowers to be placed at the princesses' bedside, as he did every day nature would allow since being in this strange new place.
Returning to the castle he met with the old mid-wife who was struggling with a small log for her morning fire.
"May I help you with that?" inquires the polite young prince.
"I surely could not ask that from a noble like you." responds the frail old woman.
"You did not ask me for anything, I offered." said the prince.
"Well then, it will be much appreciated kind sir." she says in an uncommonly polite and friendly tone.
After several more trips to the wood pile, the prince returns to the mid-wife's tiny cottage with the last of the wood needed for a week of morning fires.
The cottage was very small, having only one room containing a makeshift bed, a table with but one rickety old chair and shelves everywhere they could possibly be built.
These shelves were full of dusty old boxes, crocks and jars, the contents of which only the mid-wife knew.
On one end wall of the tiny cottage stood a large, to large in fact for such a small space, stone fireplace, lined with all manner of sooty cast pots and forged utensils, the opposite wall was the heavy wooden door and the rooms' only small, not quite transparent window.
If not for the numerous rays of sunlight streaming through the old moss covered thatched roof there would be almost no light at all.
The morning blaze began to grow brighter in the blackened hearth; the prince could now more fully comprehend the cramped and dirty space, thick with the smell of old smoke and wet rotting wood.
"Please let me share with you my morning tea and biscuit kind sir," begs the lonely old woman, "it is all I have to offer you for your generous labour."
"I unfortunately cannot, for I must bring the flowers to my princess." replies the prince.
Sensing the old mid-wife's loneliness and despair, he promises to return directly and with an awkward wave, he dashes through the door without waiting for her response.
He ran as fast as he could back to the castle, where he found the angelic princess still sound asleep.
The prince, now in a rush to return to the wretched old women at the edge of the village, forgot to get a colourful piece of ribbon or string to tie the bunch of slightly wilting flowers.
With little time or little thought, he pulls out several strands of his own hair and ties the fragrant bouquet, places it gently on the princesses' bedside table and quickly leaves without a sound.
Back at the mid-wife's cottage the hesitant prince knocked gently on the old wooden door.
"Come in, please," snapped the old woman, "the tea is just ready, now sit please."
The prince enters and takes a seat on the rooms' only chair.
She promptly serves the fidgety young man his tea in a tarnished and dented pewter cup as well as a small hard and stale biscuit, which she places directly on the dirty old wooden table in front of him.
"Splendid, thank you kindly," says the polite young prince slowly sipping the hot putrid brew. "tis very good indeed ma'am."
The old woman nods silently and blankly gazes at the drowsy prince.
Within minutes the prince is fast asleep and the transformation complete.
The cunning old woman then removes the princes many layers of fine clothing and quickly replaces them with her own old torn and soiled garments.
She then poured herself a cup of tea from a different pot and guzzled it triumphantly.
Moments later the old ladies neighbours were abruptly startled by the piercing howls and growls of what must be some distressed creature crying out in pain.
When the frightful noises subsided to mere whimpers, the scared but curious villagers assembled on the path that wound between their cottages and hovels.
There they could hear clearly the noises origin and cautiously approached the dilapidated old cottage at the end of the twisty trail.
A barking sound was now heard that grew louder and fiercer as they drew near.
Pausing at the open gate, the bravest of the neighbours, an overly curious little girl, pushed through the stunned crowd and rushed to the ancient wooden door and slowly pushed it open.
Before the heavy old door was less than half open a flash of white appeared, dashed by the surprised little girl and into the crowd of screaming villagers.
The confused crowd burst into a nervous laughter at the source of those demonic screeches for it appeared to be nothing more than a frightened little puppy.
The adorable little dog now panting and playfully sniffing each of the relieved villagers seemed also relieved.
The master-at-arms had by now been informed of the disturbance and swiftly arrived at the scene.
After much useless discussion with the villagers he proceeds to the doorway of the old woman's cottage.
Hesitantly he peaked into the tiny, cluttered cottage; there he saw the old mid-wife slumped over the small table in the centre of the dark room.
Slowly he approached and awoke her with a purposeful yet gentle nudge to her bony old shoulder. The dazed old woman slowly opened her eyes and slowly rose from the wobbly old chair.
Back at the castle the king was informed of this most unusual occurrence and immediately summons the silent old women.
His typically gruff master-at-arms, now gently cradling the adorable little puppy in his massive arms, then explains to his puzzled king, the events he had personally experienced as well as the accounts of the other witnesses.
Leaning closer to the seated king, he quietly expresses his long-standing suspicion of the cunning old mid-wife's dabbling in the black arts and strongly suggests that she should be locked away at once.
The king, being of a cooler head and as his fondness and partiality for her had grown over a life-time as she had helped with his only daughter's birth, his birth and his father's as well; therefore he must give her the benefit of the doubt until more questions were answered.
After many hours of contemplation, debate, innuendo, assumptions and frustration the king then politely asks the terrified old woman for her explanation of these unusual events.
The old women's wrinkled and puckered lips moved as her withered limbs gestured franticly, though not a single word was uttered.
The king, now growing impatient, fetches pen and paper and thrust them at the midwife.
The poor confused old woman reached out for the quill, but her gnarled and arthritic old hands could not grasp the slender shaft.
After several more unsuccessful attempts the weeping old woman gives up and hangs her head in disgust and despair.
The kind old king, sensing her despair tries to comfort the sobbing old women with a gentle pat on her cold and bony arched old back.
He then summoned one of his many attendants and instructs them to take the old women to a nearby warm and comfortable guest chamber were she could rest.
While the exhausted little dog slept comfortably on a soft and thick rug by the fire in the kings large but dingy chamber, the king pondered and he too soon dozed off with the comfortable puppy at his feet.
However this blissful rest was not to last for the tired old king and his new friend.
His hysterical daughter had burst into the solemn chamber to notify him of more bad news.
Shaking the old man franticly, she cried over and over, "My prince is gone, my prince is gone."
The stunned old man quickly jumped to his feet and held his distraught little princess close.
"Calm yourself my dear, please calm yourself and tell me why you think your prince is gone." he says to his sobbing little girl.
"I've searched everywhere father and he is not to be found, not anywhere, he's gone, gone!" she cried.
The dutiful father then summons his master-at-arms and orders an immediate and thorough search for the young prince.
While waiting nervously the entire afternoon, the now slightly calmer princess cuddles and bonds with the very cute and sweet little visitor, temporarily taking her mind off the terrible events of the day.
The sun now setting, the night noises beginning to rouse, the search is postponed and the villagers instructed to continue at daybreak.
By morning the search resumed and the tired villagers, who after years of gossiping, all agreed with the master-at-arms, the cunning old mid-wife was indeed a witch.
As the day wore on, the prince was not be found, the reluctant king could no longer harbour any doubts of the old mid-wives guilt and she was promptly sent off to the dungeon.
The deeply saddened princess adopted the precious little orphaned puppy.
She cherished their time together and would each night kiss his velvety little head, hoping to awake and find he had returned to his princely self.
Months passed and the kissing and wishing did nothing.
Another day began and the princess lay half-awake gazing at her slumbering companion nearby, trying to figure out how such an innocent and adorable little creature could bring so much pleasure and yet so much pain. Her deep contemplation however was interrupted when her chamber maid arrived with breakfast.
The withering princess was by now at her wits end, more distraught than the day before and again she ate no breakfast.
She borrowed her chamber maids' cloak, so as not to be recognized and hastily put it on over her night clothes, she then hurried to the dungeon to confront the old mid-wife.
Arriving there, she found the old woman slumped in the far corner of the cold and damp windowless stone cell.
The young princess, being a very kind-hearted and forgiving person pitied the poor old woman and though she was indeed angry; she could not hate her.
"Sorry to see you this way dear old friend." she whispered through the heavy rusted gate, "Please, I beg of you, change my prince back and I promise no more harm will come of you."
The old women still huddled in the shadows, peering from beneath her tattered hood at the distraught young princess, didn't respond.
The princess moved cautiously closer to the gate and carefully raised her flickering candle to better see the wicked old mid-wife.
The old women now seeing the sadness and distress in the face of the beautiful princess slowly rose and hobbled toward her.
As she drew closer she could now fully sense the profound sadness in the princesses' teary eyes.
Hoping to comfort the young girl the mid-wife reached painfully to the floor and gathered a small bunch of damp and moulding straw.
She then pulled a long white and brittle strand of hair from beneath her hood and trying as best as she could, tied the hair around the straw and presented it to the princess.
The princess slowly and cautiously reached through the bars and received the unexpected gift thankfully.
Now seeing the old women's face closely for the first time, she peered into her eyes and immediately realized these were not the eyes of an evil old witch, but the deep blue young eyes of her handsome prince.
Simultaneously they moved closer and kissed through the rusty old gate.
When the much surprised princess opened her eyes she was astonished to see standing before her, her much loved and much missed prince.
Her tears of sorrow now transformed to tears of joy, she then giggled for the first time in many months at the thin and gangly prince with his bare arms and legs jutting out from the very small tattered old woollen clothing and his long unkempt hair bounding from his head in all directions.
The guard was summoned and the giddy pair reunited.
Hand in hand they ran as fast as they could back to the princesses' chamber.
There they found the wrinkled old women still blissfully asleep in a contorted lump at the foot of the princesses' comfortable old bedstead.
Silently the prince approaches and gently nudges the old woman.
Slowly she awakes, first with a sniff then a scratch. The scratch however proved unsuccessful as her spindly old legs could no longer reach her ears.
Her blurry old eyes now wide open see the laughing prince sitting beside her and quickly realized she had return to her pitiful old self.
After many questions, few answers and much rejoicing, life on this desolate hillside slowly returned to normal.
The knights from the east and south returned to a hero's welcome and rewarded for their brave attempts.
The knight of the north recovered and returned with the princes' father and court, luckily in time for the wedding.
The wedding, of course was that of the prince and princess, it was, by far the most beautiful and festive ceremony these great northern kingdoms had ever witnessed and the knight of the north was cheered by all, awarded the golden shied and given the title of;
'Knight General and Ambassador of the Northern Kingdoms.'
As for the old mid-wife, she was forgiven and also given a new title, "Caretaker." for she was now the caretaker of the princesses' new puppy, Sandy.
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