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Title: The violet fairy book
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Folklore Fairy tales
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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ke a cutlass. The breath of the princess came and went, and herfeet rattled in the stirrups. Suddenly the remembranceflashed across her of the wolf whom she had put toflight, and waving her sword, she rushed so violently onthe lion that he had barely time to spring on one side, soas to avoid the blow. Then, like a flash, she crossed thisbridge also. Now during her whole life, the princess had been socarefully brought up, that she had never left the gardensof the palace, so that the sight of the hills and valleysand tinkling streams, and the song of the larks andblackbirds, made her almost beside herself with wonderand delight. She longed to get down and bathe her facein the clear pools, and pick the brilliant flowers, but thehorse said No, and quickened his pace, neither turningto the right or the left. Warriors, he told her, only rest when they havewon the victory. You have still another battle to fight,and it is the hardest of all. This time it was neither a wolf nor a lion that was
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GIRL WHO PRETENDED TO BE A BOY 329 waiting for her at the end of the third days journey,but a dragon with twelve heads, and a golden bridgebehind it. The princess rode up without seeing anything to frightenher, when a sudden puff of smoke and flame from beneathher feet, caused her to look down, and there was thehorrible creature twisted and writhing, its twelve headsreared up as if to seize her between them. The bridle fell from her hand : and the sword whichshe had just grasped slid back into its sheath, but thehorse bade her fear nothing, and with a mighty effortshe sat upright and spurred straight on the dragon. The fight lasted an hour and the dragon pressed herbard. But in the end, by a well-directed side blow, shecut off one of the heads, and with a roar that seemed torend the heavens in two, the dragon fell back on theground, and rose as a man before her. Although the horse had informed the princess thedragon was really her own father, the girl had hardlybelieved him, and stare

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