Poor Prince Hyacinth
Poor Prince Hyacinth
He really believed what he said, and hadn’t an idea that the people who had
praised his nose were laughing at him, just as the Fairy’s maid was laughing at her; for the Prince had
seen her laugh slyly when she could do so without the Fairy’s noticing her.
However, he said nothing, and presently, when his hunger began to be appeased, the Fairy said:
“My dear Prince, might I beg you to move a little more that way, for your nose casts such a shadow that
I really cannot see what I have on my plate. Ah! thanks. Now let us speak of your father. When I went to
his Court he was only a little boy, but that is forty years ago, and I have been in this desolate place ever
since. Tell me what goes on nowadays; are the ladies as fond of amusement as ever? In my time one
saw them at parties, theatres, balls, and promenades every day. Dear me! what a long nose you have! I
cannot get used to it!”
“Really, madam,” said the Prince, “I wish you would leave off mentioning my nose. It cannot matter to
you what it is like. I am quite satisfied with it, and have no wish to have it shorter. One must take what is
given one.”
“Now you are angry with me, my poor Hyacinth,” said the Fairy, “and I assure you that I didn’t mean to
vex you; on the contrary, I wished to do you a service. However, though I really cannot help your nose
being a shock to me, I will try not to say anything about it. I will even try to think that you have an
ordinary nose. To tell the truth, it would make three reasonable ones.”
The Prince, who was no longer hungry, grew so impatient at the Fairy’s continual remarks about his nose
that at last he threw himself upon his horse and rode hastily away. But wherever he came in his
journeyings he thought the people were mad, for they all talked of his nose, and yet he could not bring
himself to admit that it was too long, he had been so used all his life to hear it called handsome.
The old Fairy, who wished to make him happy, at last hit upon a plan. She shut the Dear Little Princess
up in a palace of crystal, and put this palace down where the Prince would not fail to find it. His joy at
seeing the Princess again was extreme, and he set to work with all his might to try to break her prison;
but in spite of all his efforts he failed utterly. In despair he thought at least that he would try to get near
enough to speak to the Dear Little Princess, who, on her part, stretched out her hand that he might kiss
it; but turn which way he might, he never could raise it to his lips, for his long nose always prevented it.
For the first time he realized how long it really was, and exclaimed:
“Now, say if you are not very much obliged to me. Much good it was for me to talk to you about your
nose! You would never have found out how extraordinary it was if it hadn’t hindered you from doing
what you wanted to. You see how self-love keeps us from knowing our own defects of mind and body.
Our reason tries in vain to show them to us; we refuse to see them till we find them in the way of our
interests.”
Prince Hyacinth, whose nose was now just like anyone’s else, did not fail to profit by the lesson he had
received. He married the Dear Little Princess, and they lived happily ever after