Her eyes were lost in a trance over what she deemed a rarer beauty, a stranger marvel. The princess was gazing at her own face in a golden mirror.
HER ONLY CARE WAS TO GAZE ALL DAY AT HER OWN FACE
And indeed it was a beautiful face that she saw there, so beautiful that the princess might well be pardoned for thinking it the most beautiful face in the world. So fascinated had she become by her own beauty that she carried her mirror ever at her girdle, and gazed at it night and day. Whenever she saw another beautiful thing she looked in her mirror and smiled to herself.
She had looked at the most beautiful rose in the world, and then she had looked in her mirror and said, "I am more beautiful."
She had looked at the morning star, and then she had looked in her mirror and said, "I am more beautiful."
She had looked at the rising moon, and then she had looked in her mirror and still she said, "I am more beautiful."
Whenever she heard of a beautiful face in her kingdom she caused it to be brought before her, and then she looked in her mirror, and always she smiled to herself and said, "I am more beautiful."