Identifier: littlelameprincecraik (find matches)
Title: The little lame prince and his traveling cloak : a parable for old and young
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock, 1826-1887
Subjects: Fairy tales People with disabilities
Publisher: Philadelphia : H. Altemus
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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nobodywalked over it, the room being perfectlyempty and silent. Where is the King ? asked the puzzledboy. There, said Mag, pointing with onewrinkled claw to a magnificent bed, large 166 The Little Lame Prince. enough to contain six people. In the centreof it, just visible under the silken counter-pane—quite straight and still—with itshead on the lace pillow, lay a small hgure,something like wax-work, fast asleep—very-fast asleep ! There was a number of spark-ling rings on the tiny yellow hands, thatwere curled a little, helplessly, like a babys,outside the coverlet; the eyes were shut,the nose looked sharp and thin, and thelong gray beard hid the mouth and lay overthe breast. A sight not ugly nor frighten-ing, only solemn and quiet. And so verysilent—two little flies buzzing about thecurtains of the bed making the only audiblesound. Is that the King ? whispered PrinceDolor. Yes, replied the bird. He had been angry—furiously angry—ever since he knew how his uncle had taken
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168 The Little Lame Prince. What is the matter with him ? askedthe Prince again. He is dead, said the Magpie, with acroak. No, there was not the least use in beingangry with him now. On the contrary, thePrince felt almost sorry for him, except thathe looked so peaceful, with all his cares atrest. And this wTas being dead ? So evenkings died? Well, well, he hadnt an easy life, folksay, for all his grandeur. Perhaps he isglad it is over. Good-by, your Majesty. With another cheerful tap of her beak,Mistress Mag shut down the little door inthe tiles, and Prince Dolors first and lastsight of his uncle was ended. He sat in the centre of his traveling-cloak,silent and thoughtful. What shall we do now ? said the Mag-pie. Theres nothing much more to be The Little Lame Prince. 169 done with his Majesty, except a fine funeral,which I shall certainly go and see. All theworld will. He interested the world ex-ceedingly when he was alive, and he oughtto do it now hes dead—just once more.And since

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