| Then, at last the castle was in sight. Marjoram
called Lily over to her. "Remember your promise or else I shall
deal deadly with you right now." "I give you my
promise once more that I shall not tell a living
soul you are not the real Princess until you beg me to do so."
"Me? Beg you to tell ----?" and Marjoram
began to laugh and could not stop until her eyes were filled with
tears. She gasped for breath then said. "You will stay here
until the sun is low in the sky. I will go on ahead."
It had taken weeks to reach their destination, but
now Marjoram knew it was all worth it. Music filled the air and dancers filled the
streets when she reached the castle. Marjoram sat back primly and snapped
the whip for Lightning to draw her carriage over the draw bridge.
Marjoram fancied that she looked
very much like a real Princess as she sat back into the shadows.
She nodded to the dancers with haughty favor.
"Dance on! Dance on!" she said. To herself she added,
"I
will join you in these streets just as soon as the Prince and I are married."
But Lightning was of royal blood too and he was not happy with the whip being
snapped at him. Instead of a royal prance, Lightning lunged
from side to side, trying to throw Marjoram out of the carriage. He
would fair have done so except that a handsome young prince rushed
forward and took the reins. Lightning quit lunging at once.
Marjoram flashed the young prince a grateful smile.
The old King came and took her by the hand and guided her into
the reception hall. Marjoram couldn't help being awed by all the golden
shields. The size of the golden throne took her breath away.
"Why, it must be worth millions." Then
she saw that she was walking all by herself. When she looked
back at the old King she found that he had stopped and was studying her.
Marjoram rushed back to him and took both his hands in hers.
"Oh, it is so pretty in here."
The old King nodded, then led her over to the banquet table.
There he handed her a large spoon. "Why, he wants me to take
all I want," she thought as she filled up the top most plate with roast beef.
Then she felt the old King staring at her again and hastily put her
plate down. "What is he doing? I must do the same."
Two lines had formed, one going by Marjoram and
one going by the old King. He was passing out roast beef and
smiling. So, she began passing out roast beef too, and she
found it was hard to smile when she had to watch other people get
all they wanted. She faked a big smile for the watching King.
"But why should they get to eat before I do?" she grumbled.
"Here, let me do that for you," said a handsome
young man with gold medals on his chest. He smiled and laughed
and talked with everyone as he filled up their plates.
At last they were done and the handsome young man
guided her over to a table where they could sit. When they sat
down the old King stood up and went over to a window where he stood
looking out; He did not look happy at all. "Enough of this
dancing," he said. Everyone go home."
The gaiety died at once, and the people began to
leave, but they were all smiling and happy as they left. Then something outside caught
the old King's eye and he
beckoned for Marjoram to come to his side. He pointed at
someone in the courtyard. "Do you know that strange person."
"Why yes," said Marjoram. "I picked her up
beside the road; she was so hot. Poor thing, she said she had
no work. Is there some work you could let her do. She said she could do anything in the kitchen, but she preferred to
work outside, you know, like with the chickens and the other beasts."
"She is talking to the young man that drives my
royal
geese," said the old King.
"That would be a good work for her," said Marjoram.
"She is crazy about geese. How soon will I be married to
the Prince?"
The old King turned away from the window.
"Ho, Ho, Ho. Have you seen your bridegroom already?"
"Oh yes, of course," said Marjoram as she pointed to the
handsome young man that had helped her serve.
"Do you really think you have chosen wisely?
Well, it will be two weeks before you can be married,"
said the old King. "Perhaps you will change your choice as you
get to know us better."
The next day Marjoram stood at the window and watched as
Princess Lily walked in front of the geese with the young lad. The geese
followed them, honking at everyone and every thing. "What disgusting
work she must do," said Marjoram
with a smile.
Then she turned around and went to sit beside
the old King. He said not a word and neither did he look glad
to see her.
All that day they sat there and the old King was
as still as a stone and did not speak.
By the time the sun went down Marjoram was famished. "Shall we
have a spot of porridge before we go to bed?" asked the old King.
Marjoram brought up the biggest smile she could
fake. "Oh, I just love porridge."
"Well, that is certainly a very good thing," said the old King.
"We have so much of it that we often have races to see who can eat
the most. No one ever beats me, of course."
So they sat, and they ate porridge, bowl full after
bowl full. The old
King could eat lots of porridge, and then he ate some more.
Marjoram tried to eat as much as he, but between bites she paused
and pretended
to smile, so he got ahead of her and won the race that night even
though others came in late and quit early. Even the goose boy
and the real Princess Lily came in and tried to win that grueling
race.
They sat in a corner all by themselves and talked and
talked away as if they were at a royal banquet. Their sudden laughter pealed like
bursts of golden bells so
often that Marjoram almost wished she was with them.
"Well, it can't be this bad every day," Marjoram
said to herself that evening as she listened to 3 fiddlers playing a
sad song for the King.
The next day Marjoram stood at the window once more and
watched as Princess Lily walked in front of the geese with the young lad.
The geese followed them, honking at everyone and every thing. At the gate
they stopped and looked 3 ways. She watched Princess Lily lift one slender arm
and point up towards the hills. The young lad nodded and they laughed
together while the golden sun beamed down on them.
"What disgusting work she has," said Marjoram as
she tried to make a broad smile. Then she turned around and
went to sit beside the old King. He said not a word and
neither did he look glad to see her.
All that day people came to see the old King and
they told him their troubles. The old King listened until both
people were silent, then he asked a few questions. His answers
were always simple and easy to use. Some answers made one side
angry, and some of his answers made both sides angry.
Other times the old King simply nodded and went on with
what he was doing. They had to wait until he was ready, then
come back. By the time the sun went down Marjoram was
famished.
"Have you changed your choice of princes?" asked
the King.
Marjoram smiled as if she knew what joke he was
playing on her. But she looked all around the room several
times. The only real smile to meet hers came from the prince
she had first chosen. "No, and I shall not."
"Well then, shall we have another spot of
porridge for supper?" asked
the old King.
Marjoram brought up the biggest smile she could
fake. "Oh, I just love porridge."
So they went into the reception room and sat down
at a table. Her prince came over and the three of them ate much
porridge. Marjoram tried to
eat as much as they did, but it was getting harder and harder to swallow, so
both of them
got way ahead of her.
When the old King scraped the bottom of the pot to
get the last drop Marjoram could have cheered. But instead,
she made herself smile big and wide as she said, "Do you have any
more of that good old porridge?"
"Oh, they always keep an extra pot full boiling
for me," said the old King. "And, I'm willing to share it with
both of you, half and half."
***
That night Marjoram would not open her mouth
because she was afraid porridge would run out onto the floor. She was so tired she could hardly
keep her eyes open. "Doing nothing must be the hardest work to
do on earth," she said. "But after I am married to the Prince I will
make the old King have dances every night, instead of porridge contests."
The next day she stood at the window once more and
watched as Princess Lily walked in front of the geese with the young lad as if
they were going out on a picnic.
The geese followed them, honking at everyone and every thing. At the gate
the two guides stopped and looked down into the valley. Marjoram watched Princess Lily lift one slender arm
and point to a silver stream of pure water. The young lad nodded, and then they laughed
together while the golden sun beamed down on them, almost like a halo.
"What disgusting work she does for a princess," Marjoram said
sadly, and she didn't even try to make a broad, knowing smile when she said
it.
***
Princess Lily felt so good out in the open air as she walked along
beside the handsome young lad that took care of the geese; he was
scarcely a year older than she was. The air was
so clean and crisp. Beneath her bare feet the dust of the
trail was like fine powder. "Is the stream very deep?" she
asked.
"No, not very," said the young lad. He
glanced behind them at the long stream of geese. "You
know, I really hope you
stay with us for a long time."
"Why is that?" asked the Princess.
They walked on for a bit while the young lad
thought. Then he said, "Before you came I had to drive the
geese where I wanted them to go. Now they follow us, anywhere
you go. It is much easier now."
"That's not so special," said the Princess.
"Geese like me. And geese
will follow anyone they like."
"When I, umm, get bigger, I want to raise lots of
chickens and keep lots of geese."
The Princess thought for a moment, then said,
"Will the King let you do that?"
The young lad laughed so hard he almost fell down. Then he
said, "Oh yes. The
King wants everyone that works hard to enjoy their work, and all his
sons must work hard even if they don't enjoy their work. Come
on, I will race you to the stream."
Off
they went, with the geese honking for them to wait, wait for them. "Honk, Honk,
HONK!" Several of the
geese couldn't keep up by running, so they began to fly, and they
flew right past the Princess and plunged into the stream, still
honking. "You silly geese," said the Princess, but
she was laughing.
Later, she let down her hair and began to brush it.
"What beautiful hair you have," said the boy. "What a fun day it is when you are with me.
I wish that you were a Princess instead of .."
Then a strong wind sprang up. It blew away the
boy's hat right over the
fields, and he had to run after it. When he came back he was puffing hard. Princess Lily had her hair all put up
again. The boy stamped his foot,,, "OH! I wanted to see your hair
as you rolled it up. Now you have it all put up, so you have taken my
smile away."
"It is just as easy to smile when everything is
going wrong as it is to smile when everything is going right,"
Princess Lily told him.
The boy thought of that for a long time before he
nodded. "I think you are right."
"Well, smile then," said the Princess.
Suddenly, both of them were laughing. The geese began honking
and flapping their wings. The boy and the Princess stepped out
into the water and began to splash water at the geese. At last
the boy and girl stopped splashing and sat down at the edge of the
stream. They dangled their feet in the running water.
"I wish I had a big clear lake for my geese."
Lily turned one way to see where the stream was
going, then she turned the other way to see where it was coming
from. "It would be easy to turn our little stream into a
big lake."
"Really, asked the lad.
"Really," she said. She pointed to a spot
upstream. "We can start today, if you like."
"How do we do this?" he asked.
Lily pointed to a long, straight limb that had
fallen behind them. "We will drag that limb up there and put
it solidly across the stream. Then we'll push some shorter limbs into
the mud and lean them against the big limb."
"Well, let's do this then."
It took both of them to carry the big, long limb up and
notch it into place. Then Princess Lily sent the lad back to the
castle for a spade. He was so excited that he ran all the way
there and back.
When he came back, Lily asked him to pound each of the smaller limbs
deeper into the mud. "Now what?" he asked. "I
don't see how a few sticks in the mud will make a lake for us.
They can't hold up enough water to make a lake."
"I know more about water than you do," Lily told
him. "A few sticks in the right place will certainly hold up a
big, big lake. I have watched the common folk back home build
stream blockers before, and I asked them how it was all done.
So now you will use the spade to cut out little
bricks of grass and I will put them into place."
They had not worked long when the boy shouted for
joy. "Look, look. The water is rising already."
"We must work faster then. Dig, dig!"
The geese stood around watching. They
honked out their advice and flapped their wings when they were
ignored, then, one by one, they all
jumped into the water rising behind Lily and had a wonderful time.
By sun down both the laborers were very tired, but
also, they were very proud. Their lake wasn't that much wider
than it had been, but it was a lot deeper for a long, long way back.
"Why did we put bricks of grass all the way to the
top?" asked the goose lad.
"By tomorrow noon our water will be
running over the tops this deep,"
said Princess Lily. She laughed when the boy's eyes went wide
with wonder.
Then they hurried back to the castle to fill up
their bowls with porridge. They were both so tired that they
could hardly yawn. The old King came to their table and sat
down beside Princess Lily. "What have you two been up to
today?"
The boy shook his head and drew his shoulders
back. "We have built a lake, Sire."
"Just like that?" asked the King.
The boy grinned and Lily smiled as she nodded.
"Yes, very much, just like that. Come with us in the morning
and look at our little lake."
"The King was still smiling when Marjoram came to
the table. "What is it?" she asked sharply, for she was afraid
that Lily might be giving away her dark secret.
"They have built a lake," said the King.
"For our geese," said the lad. He
smiled shyly and studied Marjoram as if hoping she would smile too.
But she paid no attention to him at all.
Marjoram shook her head, turned and walked away.
"Imagine," she spoke to herself. "All that excitement over a
little lake. It can't be very big if they have made it in a
single day. They can't even have dug out a little mud hole."
But, what the King saw the next morning was much bigger
than a mud hole. It filled up most of the banks for as far
back as he could see The lake was very long and several times
wider than the stream had been. When the geese saw the lake
they went wild with joy and leaped in to frolic.
Lily let the
goose boy tell the King how much more lake they could have just by
building the dam a little higher. "It won't ever be very deep,
but there will be fish here, big enough to eat, and the geese will
nibble down the grass real short for us. If we build a small island
for the geese they will be safe right here until winter storms
approach us. They will be much happier too without the long
walk."

The old King clapped the boy on the shoulder and
said, "Harry, I am proud of you. This lake is a wonderful
idea."
Lily said, "I wish we could have a mill
here."
"A mill, what is a mill?" asked the old King
with instant interest.
"It grinds wheat into flour," said Lily.
"Wheat into flour?" asked the goose boy. He
turned and looked at the old King.. "That would mean --"
"No more porridge," said the old King. He
smiled so wide that not even Marjoram could make a smile that big. "Ho. Ho. Ho.
No more porridge, NO! Oh, no more porridge, NO!"
He turned and looked at Lily then said, "The only
thing we can raise much of in our realm is wheat. Our women
pound it and pound it some more, but it is still so coarse that all
we can get is porridge. For years we have been eating porridge until it comes out our ears. We
must haul in our flour from far, far away. Our
flour is precious. It cannot be wasted. Now you tell me that a mill can
be built right here and that it will grind wheat into flour?"
Lily looked at the dam, and then at the water
beyond. "As long as there is water pouring over this spot we
can have a mill that grinds wheat into flour. It might be
safer to build the mill down there though."
The old King almost danced, he was so happy.
"No more porridge! No more porridge! Ho. Ho. Ho.
No more porridge, NO! Oh, no more porridge, NO! You
know, we must celebrate this idea! We shall have a banquet tonight, with no
porridge invited. You, my daughter, you will sit beside me and be our maiden of honor."
When the old King rode off on his horse Lily
turned to the goose boy. He looked very sad. "Why, we
must teach you how to smile again," said Lily.
"I can never smile again," said the lad. "In
three more days I am to marry the Princess Lily. I am the
Prince, Prince Harry."
Lily opened her mouth, but no words came out.
"So, I am to lose you -- to her?" The thought was too much for
the real Princess Lily to bear. Oh, if only she could break
her promise and reveal that it was she that was the real Princess --
but no, a real Princess would never break her promise. "So now
it is I that shall never smile again.
Prince Harry laughed sadly. "It is just as
easy to smile when everything is going wrong as it is to smile when
everything is going right. Let's practice our smiles."
Lily listened to her words come back to her and
she smiled. "Yes, let's practice our smiles.
"What a beautiful smile you have. You bring joy and happiness with you to anywhere
you might go."
Before the sun went down the two laborers had
practiced their smiles many times, but now they were happy once
more. They had just enough time to rush back to the castle and
wash themselves clean before the royal banquet opened.
There were 11 musicians on the stage and the
ballroom floor was filled with laughing, joyful people. But Prince
Harry and the real Princess Lily were almost starving from their
hard work. The line they got in was the one that came by
Marjoram. It looked as if she had been crying. When she
saw Lily, Marjoram heaved a great sigh and said.. "I am glad you are
happy. Do you want more?"
"Oh yes. Pile on the good food, we are
really hungry."
Then the old King called Lily to his side and
Prince Harry went back to sit hidden amongst the princes of the realm.
Even in his rough garb as a goose boy he seemed much stronger and more regal than all the others.
The old King stood and begged the throng for
silence. "We have great cause for celebration tonight.
First, the Crown Prince has kept all our geese alive for us and
added many more to the flock. The down from our geese shall soon provide a
new industry for our realm.
"Second, we have a bride for our Crown Prince.
She has come a long, long way.
"Third, because of our little goose girl here
beside me, we shall
have a mill in place here soon and we shall have flour to bake into
cakes and pies instead of porridge to eat." A great cheer rang
out.
"The porridge has saved our lives, but I'm sure
everyone will love hot biscuits much more. And now, let us make
merry and have a real banquet."
When they had eaten the old King bid Marjoram to rise. "This is our
Princess who is to marry our Crown Prince if she can just tell us who
he is."
Marjoram turned towards the old King. "Your Majesty, I
have deceived you. I am not a real Princess. I shall not marry a
real prince, and certainly not your Crown Prince."
She glanced across the aisle to where a group of men stood.
"If another man will have me for his bride then I shall honor him as my own
prince for all my days. Otherwise, I shall try to make my way back
home."
There was a great pause over the ballroom as this news was
explained to those that could not hear the original announcement. The old King
turned slowly and put his golden goblet down on the table. "It is good
you have told us this now." He turned his gaze to meet Harry's gaze.
"It seems you have no royal bride after all, my son. Perhaps there
shall be another princess come next year."
But
then Harry rose to his feet and faced his father and began walking towards
the throne until everyone knew he was really walking towards the little girl
beside the throne. Harry kneeled before her. "I renounce my
title, father. I give up my distant crown for the love of my little
goose girl. I only hope and pray she will choose to be my bride."
There was not a sound from anywhere in the palace as they all
turned to look at the poor little goose girl rising to stand.
Marjoram begged the right to speak. "This shall be a royal wedding
after all, Sire. Lily, I beg you to release me of this royal plumage, you
may tell everyone that you are the real Princess Lily."
Lily stood proudly and looked at Prince Harry. "You
have already renounced your crown in a bid for my heart. I shall renounce --."
There was an anguished noise from everywhere but the old King roared to be
heard. "I have not released Lord Harry from his duty. Anyone
wise enough to know the true value of a poor little goose girl is wise enough to
be the Crown Prince of our realm. Princess Lily I ask you in the name
of the Living God, please say that you will marry my son Harry, the Crown
Prince of our realm.
Thus it was that they were married that very night.
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