The Mirror of Truth
ONCE upon a time there was a good and beautiful Princess, who had heard that “Truth” was at the bottom of a well; so she went to look for it.
Of course, she did not know which well, and before she found the right one she had got quite tired of being let down in buckets by long ropes.
But at last she came to a well in the darkest part of a pine wood, and her heart told her that here her search would end. So she looked down, and saw the bright circle of shining water far, far below.
“But how am I to get down?” she said.
And just then the son of the wood-reeve came by.
“Shall I go down for you, pretty lady?” he asked.