Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - A Romantic Fairytale - The Hundredth Princess
Episode Date: May 23, 2023Tonight we have a romantic fairytale story called The Hundredth Princess. This fairy tale is about a beautiful woman who lives in the forest, the Green Enchantress, who decides to take it into her ow...n hands to bring an end to the King’s frivolous hunting of small animals in the woods. When her attempt at putting an enchantment on the King fails, she begins to lose faith in her Enchantress abilities. Written by Evelyn Sharp who was a well-known figure in the British suffrage movement, her work has become known to have a deeper meaning and approached the readers (who were often children) as being on the same level of of the author. Please leave a 5-star review & SUBSCRIBE on Apple and Spotify. Sleep Cove Premium Become a Premium Member for Bonus Episodes & Ad-Free listening: Visit https://www.sleepcove.com/support and become a Premium Member. Get Instant Access and sign up in two taps. The Sleep Cove Premium Feed includes: - Access to over 400 Ad-free Episodes - Regular Exclusive Bonus Episodes - A Back Catalogue of Dozens of Exclusive Episodes - Full Audiobooks like Alice in Wonderland - Your name read out on the Show - Our Love! Get your 7-day free trial: https://sleepcove.com/support For Apple users, click the TRY FREE button for a 2-week free trial and become a Premium Member Today. Support our Sponsors: This episode of Sleep Cove is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/sleepcove and get on your way to being your best self. Our Sister Shows: - Calm Cove - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt - Relaxing Music & Ambient Sounds - Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Bedtime Stories - https://link.chtbl.com/skj6YFah - Let's Begin - Daytime Meditations with wake sections at the end - https://link.chtbl.com/Z--DgSH4 - YouTube Bedtime Story Channel - https://rb.gy/t7wyjk - YouTube Sleep Hypnosis & Meditation Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClE6WJgPYRBtwVQ1qDBrbqw Connect: - Join the Newsletter for a Bonus Meditation - https://www.sleepcove.com/bonus - Facebook: https://rb.gy/azpdrd - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sleep_cove/ - TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sleepcovechris Recommended Products: Comfortable Sleep Headphones - https://www.sleepcove.com/headphones The Best Mattress from Puffy: https://sleepcove.com/puffy Our Sister Shows in more detail: Calm Cove is our music channel, where you can find Relaxing Music, White Noise and Nature Sounds - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt Let’s Begin is our brand new Day Meditation podcast. Start your day feeling relaxed and positive, or take some time out to unwind with these calming meditations with wakeners at the end so that you can continue your day. If you love our bedtime stories, check out Mysteries at Midnight, our brand-new podcast dedicated to the mystery stories our listeners love so much. Enjoy even more from Poirot, Sherlock and more classic mystery tales. _______________ All Content by Sleep Cove is for educational or entertainment purposes and does not provide or replace professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your medical professional before making any changes to your treatment and if in any doubt, contact your doctor. Please listen in a place where you can safely go to sleep. Sleep Cove is not responsible or liable for any loss, damage or injury arising from the use of this content. _________________ Sleep Cove content includes guided sleep meditations, sleep hypnosis (hypnotherapy), sleep stories (visualizations) and Bedtime Stories for adults and grown-ups, all designed to help you get a great night's sleep Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Tonight, we have a romantic fairy tale story called The Hundredth Princess.
This fairy tale is about a beautiful woman who lives in the forest,
the green enchantress.
who decides to take it into our own hands
to bring an end to the king's frivolous hunting of small animals in the woods.
When her attempt at putting an enchantment on the king fails,
she begins to lose faith in her enchantress abilities.
Written by Evan and Sharp, who was a well-known figure in the British suffrage movement,
her work has become known to have a deeper meaning and approached the readers who were often children as being on the same level of the author.
I really enjoyed reading this romantic tale and it is one of my favourite fairy tales I've read and I hope you too enjoy it tonight.
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The Hundredth Princess by Evelyn Sharp.
There was once a king, who was so fond of hunting,
that all the rabbits in his kingdom were born with their hearts in their mouths.
The king would have been extremely surprised to hear this,
for of course he never hunted anything so small as a rabbit,
but rabbits are foolish enough for anything, as all the world knows.
The rabbits of the king's forest would never have had a happy moment to this day
if the green enchantress had not suddenly taken it into her head to try and bewitch the king.
Now the green enchantress was very beautiful indeed.
She sat all day long at the foot of an old lime tree in the royal forest,
and she was dressed in all green, and she had small white hands and great black black.
eyes and quantities and quantities of dark red hair.
Largest wild ball down to the smallest baby rabbit was a friend of hers, and it made
her dreadfully unhappy when she saw them being killed just to amuse the king.
So it was no wonder that she made up her mind at last to try and bewitch him.
and the first time she tried was on a fine summer evening,
and the royal party was riding home from the hunt.
It had been an exceedingly dull hunt that day,
for the king had found nothing whatever to kill,
and this made him so exceedingly irritable
that his followers took care to keep a good way behind him
as they rode along.
That was how it happened
when the king was riding
quite alone,
when a voice suddenly
from the side of the road.
Good evening, king,
said the voice,
have you had a good sport today?
The king pulled up his horse
and looked round,
and when he saw a wonderful-looking girl
all dressed in green,
sitting at the foot of a foot of a little,
an old lime tree, he did not know quite what to say. He knew very little about girls, for he had
spent all his life in killing things, but he had a sort of idea that the girl in green was not
much like the princesses who came to court. I have had no sport all day, he said at last,
all the animals were hiding today.
No doubt they were, said the green enchantress.
So would you be, if people came hunting you with great horrid spears and things.
She was really laughing at him, but the king had no idea of it.
He only looked at her more solemnly than before.
What do you know about it?
Perhaps I know more about this forest than you know about your whole kingdom, answered the green enchantress.
She laughed outright, but the king did not mind in the least.
Perhaps you do, he said simply, I never pretended to know much.
I do not even know why you are laughing.
Will you tell me?
I am bluffing because you know so little, she answered mysteriously.
There is so much I could tell if it pleased me, Rabbi of the King.
When it please you to tell me now?
I don't feel inclined to tell you now, said the green enchantress.
How strange! exclaimed the King.
If I had anything to tell, I should tell it.
at once, but then I am when will you tell it to me?
Next time you come, laughed the girl in green.
Next time, said the king, why should I come twice when once would do?
She did not trouble to answer that at all, old lime tree.
The girl in green had completely disappeared when his father was.
was came riding up to him.
There is a green enchantress,
Your Majesty,
answered the chief huntsman.
I have never seen her,
but they say she is the most
beautiful woman in the whole world.
Indeed, said the king in surprise.
And he went home
and spent the home.
I tried to remember what the girl
in green had not forgotten,
however, so the very
next morning he started
out long before any was first as he could in the direction of the old lime tree.
The wild bulls and the other animals were most surprised to see him there so early in the day
and they followed him in twos and threes to see what he was going to do.
As for the king, he strode on over the june.
chewy grass and never noticed them at all. Bracken on either side of him was alive with trembling
little rabbits or squeaking to one another with their hearts in their mouths. We shall certainly
be killed if the king sees us. Whilst he came to the old lime tree at the side of the road
sat the wonderful girl
with her dark red hair
falling round her
down to the ground
the king
would have taken off his crown
to her if he had
not come out without it
but he made her
a low bow instead
and the green
entrant dress began to laugh
dear me
she said
why have you come back again
They told me that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.
So I came to see if it was true, said the king.
You are here.
Do you think it is true?
As the girl in green.
I suppose so, said the king doubtfully.
But I don't know much about girls.
If you were a wild ball, now or not a wild ball, cried the green.
enchantress, and she was so angry at being compared to a wild ball, that she promptly threw a spell over the king and tried to turn him into a wild ball.
But the king went to idea that he was expected to be a wild ball at that very moment.
When are you going to tell me all the things you know?
he asked her, smilingly,
I have forgotten what there was to tell,
said the green enchantress sulkingly.
She got up and walked away among the trees.
The king wondered what he had done to offend her,
and he tried to remember whether he had ever offended any of the princesses who came to court,
but as none of the princesses who came to court ever thought of showing their feelings,
he would not have known if he had.
Meanwhile, the green enchantress was feeling very cross indeed.
What is the use of being an enchantress if people refuse to be enchanted?
She grumbled, and she ran off as fast as she could
to find her godfather, the magician Smilax, for nothing ever put her in such a good temper as to visit her godfather.
Now Smilax was the most amable magician the world has ever contained a cottage with a green door and a white doorstep and a red chimney pot.
and he did not look like a magician at all the same.
Sminox was by no means a stupid magician,
as the rest of the story will show.
What is the matter? he asked,
when his godchild ran in at the door.
Do you want me to teach you a new spell?
No, indeed, cried the green enchantress.
I am tired of spells,
I want something much better.
Well, well, said the kind old magician.
Let us hear what it is all about, and then we'll see what we can do.
It was impossible to go on being cross when anyone was as good-tempered as Smilax.
So his good child climbed at once onto the arm of his chair
and sat there with her little white feet dangling,
well she told him who would not turn into a wild ball.
It's not hard, pouted the green enchantress,
that I cannot bewitch the king.
Some kings are easier to bewitch than others,
remarked the magician wisely.
Now what is you want me to do for you?
Is it not hard, pounded the green enchantress, that I cannot bewitch the king?
Some kings are easier to bewitch than others, remarked the magician wisely.
Now what is it you want me to do for you?
I want you to make me into a princess, said his godchild promptly.
Then I can go to court and dance with the king,
only think of it, and she pretended that the poker was the king and danced round the room with it,
to show how she should behave when she got to court. That's easily done, said Smilax.
You shall go to court and dance with the king if you like. I will make you so fine a princess
that the king will not be able to distinguish you from all the other princesses in the palace.
But I don't want to be like the other princess's godfather.
I want to be a real princess, objected the green enchantress.
Smilax shook his head.
Then I cannot help you, he said.
Nobody can make you a real princess, not even the fairy queen herself.
Real princesses make themselves, and that is a very princesses.
very different matter.
Shall I never go to court then?
asked his godchild with tears in her eyes.
Of course you shall, said Smilax.
Can you not go to court without being a princess?
There is a back door to the palace as well as a front one,
and any ordinary person can get in at the back door,
but you must give up your door.
witchcraft the moment you set foot in the palace, for it is impossible to be an ordinary person
and a bewitching one at the same moment. I don't mind that, said his godchild. If I cannot bewitch the
king, I do not want to be an enchantress anymore. I will go to the palace this very minute. And so she did,
and that was how it came about that there was a new scuddery-made at the palace
and one fine morning the king met her all as he took his stroll in the garden after breakfast.
It is extremely probable that the king would have not noticed her at all
if she had not happened to be wary a bright green handkerchief tied over her dark red.
red hair. He felt sure that he had seen that bright green and that dark red summer before.
So he stopped and looked at her.
What are you doing? he asked her with a smile.
I'm picking beads for the king's dinner, answered the little scullery maid.
How extremely kind of you! exclaimed the king, who had always supposed that the
beans for his dinner picked themselves.
Will you let me look at them?
She held out her basket and the king pinked inside
and found it full of bright scarlet flowers.
Are those beans never seen anything so charming before?
I hope so, said the little scullery maid with an anxious sigh,
for she knew no more about it than the king
and was dreadfully afraid of being scolded
for picking the wrong thing.
Indeed, she had hardly finished speaking
when the angry voice of the chief cook
called her from the back even that
I was going to have beans for dinner,
observed the king in a disappointed tone.
Your Majesty has just a...
helped himself to beans, said the Prime Minister, when he had recovered from his surprise at the
King's remarked, Your Majesty, said the Prime Minister, who had never seen a bean growing in his life,
but could not possibly have owned such a thing before. Let me have my beans before they are cooked in
future, said the King, and the Prime Minister hastily made a note of it at 99, delightful praise,
princesses to dance with. But none of them had dark red hair. And when he had finished dancing
with their 99th, he once more turned reproachfully to the Prime Minister, is the 100th Princess,
he demanded impatiently. The Prime Minister knew no more about the 100th Princess than
he had known about beans, and he wished he had gone to bed instead of coming to the court ball
to be worried by the king's questions. He was too sleepy, however, to invent any more answers,
so he had to tell the truth he would have made a much better Prime Minister if he had always
been too sleepy to invent things that were not true, had nothing to do with the story.
I have never heard of the hundredth princess, Your Majesty, he said wearily. Would it please,
Your Majesty, to tell me what she is likely to be ex-imprisoned in one? I never heard of her myself
until this morning, said the King. She has wonderful dark redness. She has wonderful dark red
red hair, and she is so sweet and so kind that she actually picks the vegetables for my dinner.
The Prime Minister, positively yawned in the King's presence for the first time in his life,
noticed that he looked tired and sent him home to bed, which was certainly a much nicer place
to send him than a dungeon. And as for the Prime Minister,
He went on speaking the truth to the end of his days.
The next morning the king hastened into a garden
the moment he had swallowed his breakfast.
The chief huntsman met him just as he was leaving the palace
and asked him what time it would please him to start for the hunt.
Hunt, cried the king impatiently,
what hunt?
I am going to pit the hunt.
vegetables for my dinner, and that is ever so much more important, and he ran down the steps
across the lawn as never a king ran before. The little scullery maid was wandering around
the gooseby bushes with a very disconsolate look on her face. She reached a stuff the king's
ducks with, she said, hurrying towards her.
but I don't know a bit what it is like,
and how can I be expected to pick things which I don't know what to pick?
Look so distressed, said the king, for his eyes,
and I do not mind whether my ducks are stuffed or scullery-made,
who of course had known all the while that he was the king.
The chief cook will beat me if I do not fill my basket
it with Sage, look, this is where he beat me yesterday for bringing the wrong beans. She rolled
of her sleeve and showed him a tiny black speck on her dainty white arm. To be sure, it was not
much of a bruise, but when one has been an enchantress all one's life, it is a little hard
to be beaten for not knowing enough to overcome with distress, and he stooped and kissed their little black mark tenderly,
and that, as everyone knows, is the only way to kill a bruise.
Come with me, some sage will be stuffed, and the chief cook will not so the king,
and the scurgery maid wandered all over the kitchen,
garden and hunted for sage. And the king knew just as much about it as the scullery maid.
And the scullery maid knew as much as the king. And that was just exactly nothing at all.
There is no doubt that the king's ducks would never have got stuffed that day.
Suddenly stumbled, does it not smell sweet? exclaimed.
the little scudry made, and she picked a whole handful of it to the key.
Surely, cried the key, anything so charming as this must be the very thing we are looking for.
The angry voice of the chief cook sounded once more from the back door, so they did not
stop to think any more about it, but filled the basket with rosemary.
as fast as they could.
It scampered that little stood, were stuffed with.
They were only two people in the palace who enjoyed their dinner that day,
who sat at the head of the royal table,
and had three helpings of roast duck,
and the other was the little scullery maid,
who sat on the back doorstep
and ate the scrapings of all the plates out of a big,
Never forgot that dinner as long as they lived rising.
For ducks that are stuffed with rosemary are surely ducks to be remembered.
Every day, the chief cook sent their little scullery maid into the garden to pick some.
To be sure it was a lot of trouble to take, just to please the chief cook,
and it would have been far simpler to have cut off his head then and there,
but neither the king nor the scullery made nicer to go on meeting each other among the gooseberry bushes,
and it certainly saved the expense of an execution.
Before long, people began to wonder what had come over the king.
He never went near the Royal Forest
and when he was not in the kitchen garden
he was in the library
looking for books
that would tell him the difference
between a banana and the best place
to find a cauliflower
their chief huntsman
and all the other huntsmen
had never been so dull in their lives
but the wild balls
and all the other animals were as happy as the day was long.
Even the rabbits began to pop up their heads waiting to kill them.
Truly, they squeaked to one another.
The green enchantress must have bewitched a king after all,
and perhaps they were not far wrong,
though the same thing cannot go on forever.
And one morning, when the king hastened out into the garden as usual, the Scudery maid saw at once that he had something important to say, is to be a ball tomorrow, he told her.
The Prime Minister says so, and there will be 99 princesses there besides yourself.
Little Scudery maid shook her head.
I shall not be there, she said, I am only a scullery-maid, and no one not even the fairy queen can make me into a real princess.
You are the hundredth princess, declared the king.
Ninety-nine other princesses have never picked the vegetables for the king's dinner, sighed the little scullery-maid.
They would never do anything half so sweet.
nor so kind, said the king.
Their ninety-nine other princesses continued the little scullery-maid,
looking down at her crumpled print gown,
have never worn such an old frock as mine,
nor how they ever looked so beautiful, all so charming, said the king.
The angry voice of the chief cook sounded as well.
loudly from the back door, and their little scudery maid turned to run down the path as usual.
But this time the king caught her by the hand and held her back.
Will you come to the ball and dance with me?
He asked coaxingly.
She looked very sad.
I am not a real princess, you see, she sighed.
The angry voice of the chief cook sounded louder than before.
She pulled away her hand and escaped to the ball.
The king shouted after her, perhaps over her shoulder.
And the next moment, it was truly a strange way of accepting an invitation to the king's bull.
But then she was the hundredth princess, and perhaps.
Perhaps that made all the difference.
It was a most magnificent, just as the king finished dancing with the last of the 99 princesses.
A great hubbub was heard in the hall outside, and into the room ran their little schoonery maid,
and after her ran the chief cook with a soup ladle in his hand,
and after them both came the Prime Minister
and the Chief Huntsman and the Lord High Executioner
and all the other people who were in the hall
because they did not know how to dance.
Who are you?
cried their 99 princesses
as their little scudery maid stood in front of them all
in her crumpled print gown
with her green handkerchief tied over her head
"'Who are you?' echoed all the courtiers and all the pages who happened to be there.
"'She is nothing but a scudery made,' cried the chief cook, brandishing his soup-ladle.
"'She is the green enchantress,' gasped the chief huntsman.
"'You are all talking rubbish,' said the Prime Minister,
who had certainly lost some of his manners
since he took to speaking the truth.
Anyone can see she is the hundredth princess.
But it was the king who really settled the matter.
She is the queen, of course.
He said gently, and came and took her by the hand,
contradicting him, real princesses have to make themselves.
It is quite certain that any king,
princesses, saw how charming their little queen was. They crowded around her with one accord
and gave her 99 kisses. So they were real princesses after all. Tell us, they begged her
afterwards, are you really the green enchantress? Oh no, she said. I gave up being an enchantress.
when I found I could not bewitch the king.
Why did you want to bewitch me, dearest, as the king in amazement?
Because you were so fond of killing things, she said.
Then I will never kill anything again, as long as I live, vowed the king.
And that is the end of the story.
For when the little rabbits heard that the king had given up hunting,
they all gave a great gulp and swallowed their hearts.
And after that, there was no one in the kingdom who was not happy,
for everybody's heart was in the right place.
