But King Wenceslas did not join in the celebrations. Instead, he went for a walk on the battlements of his castle. The wind was bitterly cold that night, and he pulled his fur robe tightly around his shoulders.
Wenceslas stared out across the land. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and snow lay on the ground. In the distance, near the edge of a pine forest, he saw a figure struggling through the deep drifts. What were they doing out on such a chilly night?
The king clapped his hands, and his young
