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Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess by the name of Isabel. When she was very young her father, the king, made an arranged marriage between her and the son of a king living in a distant land. The name of the young prince was Quentin.
As the years passed, Isabel’s parents constantly reminded of her forthcoming marriage to the young prince. Isabel grew to resent the arranged marriage, and even though she had never met him, she imagined him to be rude and spoiled as well as fat, ugly and freckled. She and the young courtiers in the castle made great fun of the prince and his formal name, but never in the presence of the king and queen.
Isabel’s personal maid, Clarice, often chided her because of her rude behavior. “Mark my words, m’lady; you will one day eat the words you speak, so you had best make them sweet whilst you have the chance.”
But Isabel ignored Clarice and continued with her antics of making fun of Prince Quentin.
One warm spring day while Isabel and her courtiers rode through the countryside admiring the scenery, one of the wheels on their carriage broke. The servants and horsemen assisted the princess and her ladies in waiting out of the carriage and onto a blanket placed on the grass. The menfolk then set upon the task of repairing the broken wheel.
Isabel did not feel like sitting and waiting, but rather chose to take a walk in the nearby woods instead. Lady Caroline agreed to accompany her.
Song birds chirped merrily in the trees as the two ladies walked deeper into the woods. Isabel turned suddenly when she heard a cry for help. Hurrying over to the place, Isabel and Lady Caroline looked around, but could see no one. The crying came once again, soft quiet sounds as though a very tiny child were weeping.