There was a princess - and she was a beautiful princess. She came from nowhere, really, and swept both men and women off of their feet. At first, the beautiful princess did not speak at all. She was so beautiful in her own right that she did not have to speak. Men swooned, and women and children and kittens purred their delight at seeing such a charming and beautiful princess. Some Christians even began voluntarily flogging themselves as punishment for their sins. The princess was that enchanting and beautiful.
But eventually, the people wanted to hear what their young princess had to say. William, the town blacksmith, said to the local barrister, "Yes, she is certainly beautiful, but if she is as smart as she is beautiful, we can make her our queen!"
And the old prince heard the grumblings and the rumblings in the kingdom, and told his princess that she must speak, and then he told her what she must speak. She began to speak of the Almighty and her love for children and wild animals, and she did it with conviction and with eloquence. She spoke of her prince and what a fine man he was. She was so impressed with her heroic prince that in her eyes, he had never done any wrong. The people listened with intent - and they were impressed and they fawned and they swooned and they received her words with grand satisfaction. Some people who were near enough to the princess to inhale the air which she exhaled were so overcome with emotion that they fainted.
And the beautiful young princess continued to speak, but eventually, people began to want to speak to the princess herself. They wanted to sit down with the charming young princess and ask her questions about life, and what must certainly be her overwhelming wisdom. The good prince, being a wise old man, sensed uneasiness in the people, so he hesitatingly agreed to allow his princess to speak with the town crier and answer his questions.
At first, the princess was eloquent and disarming. She simply said: "Hello, pleased to meet 'cha". But, immediately following the beautiful princess's greeting to the town crier, she appeared to speak in a nonsensical language that even the town crier could not understand. She spoke in broken sentences and bizarre imagery involving oceans and far-away lands, and told of witnessing people flying high up in the sky like birds. She spoke of flebben and smortsen and all things preposterous and mad. Indeed, the beautiful young princess was speaking as if she had never spoken before!
The town crier, thoroughly confused, felt that he should give the beautiful princess a chance to clarify her not-so eloquent words - so the town crier politely said to the beautiful young princess, "Princess, could you please clarify what you just said?" The princess politely declined the town crier's request and said: "Thanks, but no thanks, but I will try to find you someone who can do that for you."
And the old prince stepped forward once again to speak, and realized he had never felt so alone.
But eventually, the people wanted to hear what their young princess had to say. William, the town blacksmith, said to the local barrister, "Yes, she is certainly beautiful, but if she is as smart as she is beautiful, we can make her our queen!"
And the old prince heard the grumblings and the rumblings in the kingdom, and told his princess that she must speak, and then he told her what she must speak. She began to speak of the Almighty and her love for children and wild animals, and she did it with conviction and with eloquence. She spoke of her prince and what a fine man he was. She was so impressed with her heroic prince that in her eyes, he had never done any wrong. The people listened with intent - and they were impressed and they fawned and they swooned and they received her words with grand satisfaction. Some people who were near enough to the princess to inhale the air which she exhaled were so overcome with emotion that they fainted.
And the beautiful young princess continued to speak, but eventually, people began to want to speak to the princess herself. They wanted to sit down with the charming young princess and ask her questions about life, and what must certainly be her overwhelming wisdom. The good prince, being a wise old man, sensed uneasiness in the people, so he hesitatingly agreed to allow his princess to speak with the town crier and answer his questions.
At first, the princess was eloquent and disarming. She simply said: "Hello, pleased to meet 'cha". But, immediately following the beautiful princess's greeting to the town crier, she appeared to speak in a nonsensical language that even the town crier could not understand. She spoke in broken sentences and bizarre imagery involving oceans and far-away lands, and told of witnessing people flying high up in the sky like birds. She spoke of flebben and smortsen and all things preposterous and mad. Indeed, the beautiful young princess was speaking as if she had never spoken before!
The town crier, thoroughly confused, felt that he should give the beautiful princess a chance to clarify her not-so eloquent words - so the town crier politely said to the beautiful young princess, "Princess, could you please clarify what you just said?" The princess politely declined the town crier's request and said: "Thanks, but no thanks, but I will try to find you someone who can do that for you."
And the old prince stepped forward once again to speak, and realized he had never felt so alone.
