"Where did I stop? Oh, I know. I'd just told you that the lovely princess was enchanted. Lora was her name, and she lived in a fine castle way up on a great, high mountain. The picture showed the castle, and it looked as if the side of the mountain was all ledges.
"On sunny days, she wandered around the castle gardens, picking the flowers, or feeding her pets, and when storm clouds hung over the mountain, she strolled through the great halls, playing her guitar, and sweetly singing.
"Often she leaned on the wall that bordered the gardens, and for hours she would gaze at the far distant plains.
"'Across those plains will come the prince who will set you free,' the old witch had said, and then she had laughed, and under her breath had muttered: 'That is, if he has the bravery to ride his charger up this steep mountain side.'"
"Did a prince come?" questioned Sprite.
"And was he fine, and brave?" Rose asked.
Princess Polly laughed at their eager questions.
"The book says:
"'Many princes came, but when they saw the ledge going straight up to the castle, they turned back, saying:
"'"No man could keep in the saddle, and no horse could climb such a huge crag as that. Both would fall and be dashed to pieces."'