In bygone days there lived a little
Princess named Gold-Tree, and she was one of the prettiest children
in the whole world.
Although her mother was dead, she had a very happy life, for her
father loved her dearly, and thought that nothing was too much
trouble so long as it gave his little daughter pleasure. But by and
by he married again, and then the little Princess’s sorrows began.
For his new wife, whose name, curious to say, was Silver-Tree, was
very beautiful, but she was also very jealous, and she made herself
quite miserable for fear that, some day, she should meet someone who
was better looking than she was herself.
When she found that her step-daughter was so very pretty, she took a
dislike to her at once, and was always looking at her and wondering
if people would think her prettier than she was. And because, in her
heart of hearts, she was afraid that they would do so, she was very
unkind indeed to the poor girl.
At last, one day, when Princess Gold-Tree was quite grown up, the
two ladies went for a walk to a little well which lay, all
surrounded by trees, in the middle of a deep glen.
Now the water in this well was so clear that everyone who looked
into it saw his face reflected on the surface; and the proud Queen
loved to come and peep into its depths, so that she could see her
own picture mirrored in the water.
But £o-day, as she was looking in, what should she see but a little
trout, which was swimming quietly backwards and forwards not very
far from the surface.
“Troutie, troutie, answer me this one question,” said the Queen. “Am
not I the most beautiful woman in the world?”
“No, indeed, you are not," replied the trout promptly, jumping out
of the water, as he spoke, in order to swallow a fly.
“Who is the most beautiful woman, then?” asked the disappointed
Queen, for she had expected a far different answer.
“Thy step-daughter, the Princess Gold-Tree, without a doubt,” said
the little fish ; then, frightened by the black look that came upon
the jealous Queen’s face, he dived to the bottom of the well.
It was no wonder that he did so, for the Queen’s expression was not
pleasant to look at, as she darted an angry glance at her fair young
step-daughter, who was busy picking flowers some little distance
Indeed, she was so annoyed at the thought that anyone should say
that the girl was prettier than she was, that she quite lost her
self-control; and. when she reached home she went up, in a violent
passion, to her room, and threw herself on the bed, declaring that
she felt very ill indeed.
It was in vain that Princess Gold-Tree asked her what the matter
was, and if she could do anything for her. She would not let the
poor girl touch her, but pushed her away as if she had been some
evil thing. So at last the Princess had to leave her alone, and go
out of the apartment, feeling very sad indeed.
By and by the King came home from his hunting, and he at once asked
for the Queen. He was told that she had been seized with sudden
illness, and that she was lying on her bed in her own room, and that
no one, not even the Court Physician, who had been hastily summoned,
could make out what was wrong with her.
In great anxiety—for he really loved her—the King went up to her
bedside, and asked the Queen how she felt, and if there was anything
that he could do to relieve her.
“Yes, there is one thing that thou couldst do,” she answered
harshly, “but I know full well that, even although it is the only
thing that will cure me, thou wilt not do it.”
“Nay,” said the King, “I deserve better words at thy mouth than
these; for thou knowest that I would give thee aught thou carest to
ask, even if it be the half of my Kingdom.”
“Then give me thy daughter's heart to eat,” cried the Queen, “for
unless I can obtain that, I will die, and that speedily.”
She spoke so wildly, and looked at him in such a strange fashion,
that the poor King really thought that her brain was turned, and he
was at his wits’ end what to do. He left the room, and paced up and
down the corridor in great distress, until at last he remembered
that that very moaning the son of a great King had arrived from a
country far over the sea, asking for his daughter’s hand in
“Here is a way out of the difficulty,” he said to himself. “This
marriage pleaseth me well, and I will have it celebrated at once.
Then, when my daughter is safe out of the country, I will send a lad
up the hillside, and he shall kill a he-goat, and I will have its
heart prepared and dressed, and send it up to my wife. Perhaps the
sight of it will cure her of this madness.”
So he had the strange Prince summoned before him, and told him how
the Queen had taken a sudden illness that had wrought on her brain,
and had caused her to take a dislike to the Princess, and how it
seemed as if it would be a good thing if, with the maiden’s consent,
the marriage could take place at once, so that the Queen might be
left alone to recover from her strange malady.
Now the Prince was delighted to gain his bride so easily, and the
Princess was glad to escape from her step-mother's hatred, so the
marriage took place at once, and the newly wedded pair set off
across the sea for the Prince's country.
Then the King sent a lad up the hillside to kill a he-goat; and when
it was killed he gave orders that its heart should be dressed and
cooked, and sent to the Queen's apartment on a silver dish. And the
wicked woman tasted it, believing it to be the heart of her
step-daughter; and when she had done so, she rose from her bed and
went about the Castle looking as well and hearty as ever.
I am glad to be able to tell you that the marriage of Princess
Gold-Tree, which had come about in such a hurry, turned out to be a
great success; for the Prince whom she had wedded was rich, and
great, and powerful, and he loved her dearly, and she was as happy
as the day was long.
So things went peacefully on for a year. Queen Silver-Tree was
satisfied and contented, because she thought that her step-daughter
was dead; while all the time the Princess was happy and prosperous
in her new home.
But at the end of the year it chanced that the Queen went once more
to the well in the little glen, in order to see her face reflected
in the water.
And it chanced also that the same little trout was swimming
backwards and forwards, just as he had done the year before. And the
foolish Queen determined to have a better answer to her question
this time than she had last.
“Troutie, troutie," she whispered, leaning over the edge of the
well, “am not I the most beautiful woman in the world?"
“By my troth, thou art not," answered the trout, in his very
“Who is the most beautiful woman, then?" asked the Queen, her face
growing pale at the thought that she had yet another rival.
“Why, your Majesty’s step-daughter, the Princess Gold-Tree, to be
sure," answered the trout.
The Queen threw back her head with a sigh of relief. “Well, at any
rate, people cannot admire her now," she said, “for it is a year
since she died. I ate her heart for my supper."
“Art thou sure of that, your Majesty?" asked the trout, with a
twinkle in his eye. “Methinks it is but a year since she married the
gallant young Prince who came from abroad to seek her hand, and
returned with him to his own country."
When the Queen heard these words she turned quite cold with rage,
for she knew that her husband had deceived her; and she rose from
her knees and went straight home to the Palace, and, hiding her
anger as best she could, she asked him if he would give orders to
have the Long Ship made ready, as she wished to go and visit her
dear step-daughter, for it was such a very long time since she had
The King was somewhat surprised at her request, but he was only too
glad to think that she had got over her hatred towards his daughter,
and he gave orders that the Long Ship should be made ready at once.
Soon it was speeding over the water, its prow turned in the
direction of the land where the Princess lived, steered by the Queen
herself ; for she knew the course that the boat ought to take, and
she was in such haste to be at her journey’s end that she would
allow no one else to take the helm.
Now it chanced that Princess Gold-Tree was alone that day, for her
husband had gone a-hunting. And as she looked out of one of the
Castle windows she saw a boat coming sailing over the sea towards
the landing place. She recognised it as her father’s Long Ship, and
she guessed only too well whom it carried on board.
She was almost beside herself with terror at the thought, for she
knew that it was for no good purpose that Queen Silver-Tree had
taken the trouble to set out to visit her, and she felt that she
would have given almost anything she possessed if her husband had
but been at home. In her distress she hurried into the servants’
“Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do?” she cried, “for I see my
father’s Long Ship coming over the sea, and I know that my
step-mother is on board. And if she hath a chance she will kill me,
for she hateth me more than anything else upon earth.”
Now the servants worshipped the ground that their young Mistress
trod on, for she was always kind and considerate to them, and when
they saw how frightened she was, and heard her piteous words, they
crowded round her, as if to shield her from any harm that threatened
“Do not be afraid, your Highness,” they cried; “we will defend thee
with our very lives if need be. But in case thy Lady Step-Mother
should have the power to throw any evil spell over thee, we will
lock thee in the great Mullioned Chamber, then she cannot get nigh
thee at all.”
Now the Mullioned Chamber was a strong-room, which was in a part of
the castle all by itself, and its door was so thick that no one
could possibly break through it; and the Princess knew that if she
were once inside the room, with its stout oaken door between her and
her step-mother, she would be perfectly safe from any mischief that
that wicked woman could devise.
So she consented to her faithful servants’ suggestion, and allowed
them to lock her in the Mullioned Chamber.
So it came to pass that when Queen Silver-Tree arrived at the great
door of the Castle, and commanded the lackey who opened it to take
her to his Royal Mistress, he told her, with a low bow, that that
was impossible, because the Princess was locked in the strong-room
of the Castle, and could not get out, because no one knew where the
(Which was quite true, for the old butler had tied it round the neck
of the Prince’s favourite sheep-dog, and had sent him away to the
hills to seek his master.)
“Take me to the door of the apartment,” commanded the Queen. “At
least I can speak to my dear daughter through it.” And the lackey,
who did not see what harm could possibly come from this, did as he
“If the key is really
lost, and thou canst not come out to welcome me, dear Gold-Tree,”
said the deceitful Queen, "at least put thy little finger through
the keyhole that I may kiss it.”
The Princess did so, never dreaming that evil could come to her
through such a simple action. But it did. For instead of kissing the
tiny finger, her step-mother stabbed it with a poisoned needle, and,
so deadly was the poison, that, before she could utter a single cry,
the poor Princess fell, as one dead, on the floor.
When she heard the fall, a smile of satisfaction crept over Queen
Silver-Tree’s face. “Now I can say that I am the handsomest woman in
the world,” she whispered; and she went back to the lackey who stood
waiting at the end of the passage, and told him that she had said
all that she had to say to her daughter, and that now she must
So the man attended her to the boat with all due ceremony, and she
set sail for her own country; and no one in the Castle knew that any
harm had befallen their dear Mistress until the Prince came home
from his hunting with the key of the Mullioned Chamber, which he had
taken from his sheep-dog’s neck, in his hand.
He laughed when he heard the story of Queen Silver-Tree’s visit, and
told the servants that they had done well; then he ran upstairs to
open the door and release his wife.
But what was his horror and dismay, when he did so, to find her
lying dead at his feet on the floor.
He was nearly beside himself with rage and grief; and, because he
knew that a deadly poison such as Queen Silver-Tree had used would
preserve the Princess’s body so that it had no need of burial, he
had it laid on a silken couch and left in the Mullioned Chamber, so
that he could go and look at it whenever he pleased.
He was so terribly lonely, however, that in a little time he married
again, and his second wife was just as sweet and as good as the
first one had been. This new wife was very happy, there was only one
little thing that caused her any trouble at all, and she was too
sensible to let it make her miserable.
That one thing was that there was one room in the Castle—a room
which stood at the end of a passage by itself—which she could never
enter, as her husband always carried the key. And as, when she asked
him the reason of this, he always made an excuse of some kind, she
made up her mind that she would not seem as if she did not trust
him, so she asked no more questions about the matter.
But one day the Prince chanced to leave the door unlocked, and as he
had never told her not to do so, she went in, and there she saw
Princess Gold-Tree lying on the silken couch, looking as if she were
“Is she dead, or is she only sleeping?" she said to herself, and she
went up to the couch and looked closely at the Princess. And there,
sticking in her little finger, she discovered a curiously shaped
“There hath been evil work here,” she thought to herself. “If that
needle be not poisoned, then I know naught of medicine." And, being
skilled in leechcraft, she drew it carefully out.
In a moment Princess Gold-Tree opened her eyes and sat up, and
presently she had recovered sufficiently to tell the Other Princess
the whole story.
Now, if her step-mother had been jealous, the Other Princess was not
jealous at all; for, when she heard all that had happened, she
clapped her little hands, crying, “Oh, how glad the Prince will be;
for although he hath married again, I know that he loves thee best.”
That night the- Prince came home from hunting looking very tired and
sad, for what his second wife had said was quite true. Although he
loved her very much, he was always mourning in his heart for his
first dear love, Princess Gold-Tree.
“How sad thou art!" exclaimed his wife, going out to meet him. “Is
there nothing that I can do to bring a smile to thy face?"
“Nothing" answered the Prince wearily, laying down his bow, for he
was too heart-sore even to pretend to be gay.
“Except to give thee back Gold-Tree," said his wife mischievously.
“And that can I do. Thou wilt find her alive and well in the
Without a word the Prince ran upstairs, and, sure enough, there was
his dear Gold-Tree, sitting on the couch ready to welcome him.
He was so overjoyed to see her that he threw his arms round her neck
and kissed her over and over again, quite forgetting his poor second
wife, who had followed him upstairs, and who now stood watching the
meeting that she had brought about.
She did not seem to be sorry for herself, however. “1 always knew
that thy heart yearned after Princess Gold-Tree," she said. “And it
is but right that it should be so. For she was thy first love, and,
since she hath come to life again, I will go back to mine own
“No, indeed thou wilt not," answered the Prince, “for it is thou who
hast brought me this joy. Thou wilt stay with us, and we shall all
three live happily together. And Gold-Tree and thee will become
And so it came to pass. For Princess Gold-Tree and the Other
Princess soon became like sisters, and loved each other as if they
had been brought up together all their lives.
In this manner another year passed away, and one evening, in the
old* country, Queen Silver-Tree went, as she had done before, to
look at her face in the water of the little well in the glen.
And, as had happened twice before, the trout was there. “Troutie,
troutie," she whispered, “am not I the most beautiful woman in the
“By my troth, thou art not," answered the trout, as he had answered
on the two previous occasions.
“And who dost thou say is the most beautiful woman now?” asked the
Queen, her voice trembling with rage and vexation.
“I have given her name to thee these two years back,” answered the
trout. “The Princess Gold-Tree, of course.”
“But she is dead,” laughed the Queen. “I am sure of it this time,
for it is just a year since I stabbed her little finger with a
poisoned needle, and I heard her fall down dead on the floor.”
“I would not be so sure of that,” answered the trout, and without
saying another word he dived straight down to the bottom of the
After hearing his mysterious words the Queen could not rest, and at
last she asked her husband to have the Long Ship prepared once more,
so that she could go and see her step-daughter.
The King gave the order gladly; and it all happened as it had
She steered the Ship over the sea with her own hands, and when it
was approaching the land it was seen and recognised by Princess
The Prince was out hunting, and the Princess ran, in great terror,
to her friend, the Other Princess, who was upstairs in her chamber.
“Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do?” she cried, “for I see my
father’s Long Ship coming, and I know that my cruel step-mother is
on board, and she will try to kill me, as she tried to kill me
before. Oh ! come, let us escape to the hills.”
“Not at all,” replied the Other Princess, throwing her arms round
the trembling Gold-Tree. “I am not afraid of thy Lady Step-Mother.
Come with me, and we will go down to the sea shore to -greet her.”
So they both went down to the edge of the water, and when Queen
Silver-Tree saw her step-daughter coming she pretended to be very
glad, and sprang out of the boat and ran to meet her, and held out a
silver goblet full of wine for her to drink.
“’Tis rare wine from the East,” she said, “and therefore very
precious. I brought a flagon with me, so that we might pledge each
other in a loving cup.”
Princess Gold-Tree, who was ever gentle and courteous, would have
stretched out her hand for the cup, had not the Other Princess
stepped between her and her stepmother.
“Nay, Madam,” she said gravely, looking the Queen straight in the
face; “it is the custom in this land for the one who offers a loving
cup to drink from it first herself.”
“I will follow the custom gladly,” answered the Queen, and she
raised the goblet to her mouth. But the Other Princess, who was
watching for closely, noticed that she did not allow the wine that
it contained to touch her lips. So she stepped forward and, as if by
accident, struck the bottom of the goblet with her shoulder. Part of
its contents flew into the Queen’s face, and part, before she could
shut her mouth, went down her throat.
So, because of her wickedness, she was, as the Good Book says,
caught in her own net. For she had made the wine so poisonous that,
almost before she had swallowed it, she fell dead at the two
No one was sorry for her, for she really deserved her fate; and they
buried her hastily in a lonely piece of ground, and very soon
everybody had forgotten all about her.
As for Princess Gold-Tree, she lived happily and peacefully with her
husband and her friend for the remainder of her life.