Outside the castle the wind was still, and upon the trees not a leaf stirred.
In a short time there sprung up around the castle a hedge of thorn bushes.
Year by year the hedge grew higher and higher, until at last nothing of the castle could be seen above it, not even the roof, nor the chimneys, nor the flag on the tower.
As years went by the story of the sleeping beauty was told all over the kingdom.
Many kings’ sons came and tried to get through the hedge of thorns, but this they could not do.
The sharp thorns seemed to have hands which held the young men fast.
After many, many years a prince came from a far-off kingdom.
He heard the story of the castle and its sleeping beauty.
He knew what danger lay in the great hedge of thorn bushes.
But the young prince was brave, and he was not to be turned back.
“I am not afraid. I will go out and see this beautiful Briar Rose,” he said.
It happened that the hundred years of the magic spell had just ended.
The day had come when the sleeping princess was to wake up again.
As the prince came to the hedge of thorn bushes, it was in full bloom and covered with beautiful red flowers. There, through the thorn bushes, lay a wide road.
Soon the prince came to the gates of the castle.
He found the horses and dogs lying asleep on the ground.
The doves sat on the roof with their heads under their wings.
He went into the castle.
Even the flies on the wall still slept.
Near the throne lay the king and queen, while all around were the sleeping lords and ladies.
The whole castle was so still that he could hear his heart beat.
The prince went on from room to room until he came to the old tower.
Going up the winding stair he saw the little door.
A rusty key was in the lock, and the door was half open.
There before him lay the sleeping princess.
The prince bent down and gave her a kiss.
As he did so the sleeping beauty opened her eyes. With her the whole castle awoke.
The king waked up, and the queen, and all the lords and ladies.
The horses in the stable stood up and shook themselves.
The dogs jumped about and wagged their tails.
The doves on the roof lifted their heads and flew into the fields.
The flies on the wall began to buzz.
The fire in the kitchen began to burn.
The meat began to roast.
The cook boxed the ears of the kitchen boy, so that he ran off crying.
The hedge of thorn bushes around the castle dried up and blew away.
Then the prince married the beautiful princess, and they lived happily ever after.