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- Chapter twelve, The sad, sad Tale of the Sorrowing Princess with a speck in her heart, and what all happened when she had ended it, which the reader must read for himself. Little Baron and dear Lord Bulgar began the crystal eyed Damosel, after she had eased her soul of its load of woe by three long and deep, deep sighs. Know then, that I am not that Damosel Glowstone, but none other than the Royal Princess Cristelina herself. That she whose hair I comb should comb, mine, that she whom I have served for ten long years, should have served me. And to think, o, Princess, I burst out joyfully, that my beloved Bulgar should have been the first to discover that she, who was seated on the steps of the crystal throne, was not entitled to the seat. To think that his subtle intellect should have been the first to scent out the wrong that had been done, thee his keen eye, the first to go to the bottom of the truth. Well, but, fair Princess, I am bursting with impatience to know how thou thyself did ever discover the wrong that has been done thee that thou shalt speedily know, little Baron, answered Cristelina, And that thou mayest know all that I know. I'll begin at the very beginning. The day I was born. There was great rejoicing in the land of the Micamenkes, and the people gathered in front of the royal palace and laughed and cried by turns. So happy were they to think they were to be governed by another princess, after Queen Galaxi's heart should run down. For many years ago, a bad king had made them very unhappy, and they had hoped and prayed that no more such would come to reign over them. And pretty soon one of them began to tell the others what he thought the little princess would be like. She will be the fairest that ever sat upon the crystal throne. Her hands and feet will be like pearls tipped with coral, her hair whiter than the river's foam. And from her beautiful eyes will burst the radiance of her pure soul. And her heart, Oh, her heart will be like a little lump of frozen water, So clear and so transparent. Will it be so like a bit of purest crystal, bright and flawless as a diamond of the first water. And therefore let her be called the Princess Cristellina, or the maid with the crystal heart. Forthwith the cry went up, I let her be called Cristellina, or the Maid with the crystal heart. And Queen Galaxa heard the cry of her people and sent them word that it should be as they wished, that I should be the Princess Cristallina, but ah me that I should have lived to tell it. After a few days, the nurse came to my royal mother, wringing her hands and pouring down a flood of tears. Throwing herself on her knee, she whispered to the Queen Royal Mistress, bid me die rather than tell thee what I know. Being ordered to speak, the nurse informed Queen Galaxa that she had that day, for the first time, held me up to the light, and had discovered that there was a spet in my heart. The Queen uttered a cry of horror and swoon. When she came to herself. She directed that I should be brought to her and held up to the light, so that she might see for herself. Alas too true. There was a speck in my heart. Sure enough I was not worthy of the sweet name which her loving people had bestowed upon me. They would turn from me with horror. They would never consent to have me for their queen when the truth should become known. They would not be moved by a mother's prayers. They would turn a deaf ear to every one who should be bold enough to advise them to accept a princess with a speck in her heart when they had thought they were getting one well deserving of the title they had bestowed upon her. Queen Glaxa knew that something must be done at once, that it would be time and labor lost to attempt to reason with the disappointed people, So she said to work thinking up some way out of her trouble. Now, it so happened little Baron that the very day I had come into the world, a babe had been born to one of Queen Galax's serving women, And so hastily summing the woman, she ordered her to bring her babe into the royal bedchamber and leave it there, promising that it should be brought up as my foster sister. But no sooner had the serving woman gone her way, rejoicing, than the nurse was ordered to change the children in the cradle, and in a few moments Glowstone was wrapped in my richly embroidered blanket, and eyes swathed up in her plain coverlets. How things went for several years I know not, But one day a how well I recollect it, my little mind was puzzled by hearing Cristelina cry out, nay, nay, der Mamma, tis not fair. I like it not each day when thou comest to us, thou givest clothes on ten kisses and me but sing. Then would Queen Galaxa smile a sad smile, and bestow some bubble upon Christelina to coax her back to contentment again. And so we went on, Cristelina and I, from one year to another, until we were little maids well grown, and she sat on the throne and wore royal purple stitched with gold, and I plain white. But still most of the kisses fell to my share, and I marveled not a little at it, but dared not ask why it was. However, once when I was alone with Queen Galaxa, seated on my cushion, in the corner, plying my needle and thinking of the sail we were to have on the river that day. Suddenly I was startled to see the Queen throw herself on her knees in front of me, and to feel her clasp me in her arms and cover my face and head with tears and kisses, as she sobbed and moaned, Oh, my babe, my lost babe, my blessing and my joy wilt never never never come back to me, art gone forever? Must I give THEE up? Or must I nay? Royal Lady? I stammered in my more than wonder at her words and actions. Thou art in a dream? Awake, and see clearly I am not crystalline. I am glosstone, thy foster child. I'll hie me straight and bring my royal sister to THEE. But she would not let me loose, and for all answer showered more kisses on me till I was well nigh smothered, so tight she held me pressed against her bosom, while around and o'er me, her long thick tresses fell like a woven mantle. And then she told me all all that I have told THEE little Marin, and charged me never to impart it unto any soul in Goggleland. And I made a solemn promise unto her that I never would, And thou hast kept thy word like a true princess, as thou art said I cheerily, for I am not of thy world, Fair Cristellina. Now that I have told these a sad tale of the sorrowing princess with a speck in her heart, little Perrin, murmured Cristelina, fixing her large and radiant eyes upon me. There is but one thing more for me to do, and it is to let thee look through me, so that thou mayest know exactly what counsel to give. And so saying, the fair princess rose from her seat, and, having placed herself in front of me, with a flood of white light falling full upon her back, she lowered her black fan and bade me gaze upon the heavy heart which she had carried about with her all those years, and tell her exactly how large the speck was, and where it lay, and what color it was. I was overjoyed to get an opportunity at last to look through one of the Micaminky's and my own heart bounded with satisfaction as I looked and looked upon that mysterious little thing, nay, rather a tiny bean, live breathing, palpitating within her breast, now slow and measured as she dwelt in thought upon her sad fate, now beating faster and faster, as the hope bubbled up in her mind, that possibly I might be able to counsel her so wisely that an end would come to all her sorrow. Well, wise, little Baron, she murmured, anxiously, what seest thou? Is it very large? In what part is it? Is it black as night? Or some color less fatal Take courage, fair, Princess, said I, it is very small, and lies just beneath the bow on the left side. Nor is it black but reddish? Rather, And if a single drop of blood from the veins of thy far distant ancestors had outlived them these thousands of years and hardened there to tell whence thy people came, the princess wept tears of joy upon hearing these comforting words. If it had been black, she whispered, I would have laid me down in this bed of violets and never risen more. Till my people had come to bear me to my grave in the silent burial chamber, unvisited by the river of light. At this sad outbreak, Bulgar whined piteously and licked the Princess's hands as he looked up at her with his dark eyes radiant with sympathy. She was greatly cheered by this message of comfort, and it moved me too by its heartiness. List fair Princess, said I gravely, I own the task is not a little one, but hope for the best. I would that we had more time, But as thou knowest, Queen Galaxi's heart will soon run down. Therefore must we act with despatch as well as wisdom. But first of all, must I speak with the Queen and gain her consent to act for THEE in this matter that I fear she will never grant, moaned Cristelina. However, thou art so much wiser than I do, as best seems to THEE. The next thing to be done, fair Princess, I added, solemnly, is to show thy heart boldly and fearlessly to thy people. Nay, little baron, she exclaimed, rising to your feet, that may not be, that may not be for know that our law doth make it trees in itself for one of our people to look through a person of royal blood. Oh no, oh, no, little baron, that may never be. Stay, sweet Princess, I urged in gentlest tones. Not so fast thou dost not know what I mean by showing the heart boldly to thy people. Never fear, I will not break the law of the land. And yet they shall look upon the speck within thy heart and see how small it is, and hear what I have to say about it, and thou shalt not even be visible to them, Oh, little baron, murmured Cristelina. If this may only be, I feel they will forgive me. Thou art so wise, and thy words carry such strong hope to my poor heavy heart, that I almost nay, Fair Princess, I interrupted hope for the best. No more. I am not wise enough to read the future, and from what I know of thy people they seem but little different from mine own. Perchance I may be able to sway them towards by views and make them cry long Live Princess Cristallina. But I can only promise THEE to do my best. Betake THEE now to the palace, and scorn not for yet a day or so to take up the golden comb and play the damosel glowstone in all humility. End of Chapter twelve.