He hastened to the place where he had burned the mortar , collected a few of the ashes which the old man had left behind , and took them to the road , hoping that his luck might be as good as the old man 's , or perhaps even better . His heart beat with pleasure when he caught the first glimpses of the Daimio 's train , and he held himself ready for the right moment . As the Daimio drew near he flung a great handful of ashes over the trees , but no buds or flowers followed the action : instead , the ashes were all blown back into the eyes of the Daimio and his warriors , till they cried out from pain . Then the prince ordered the evil-doer to be seized and bound and thrown into prison , where he was kept for many months . By the time he was set free everybody in his native village had found out his wickedness , and they would not let him live there any longer ; and as he would not leave off his evil ways he soon went from bad to worse , and came to a miserable end . -LRB- Japanische Marchen . -RRB- THE FAIRY OF THE DAWN Once upon a time what should happen DID happen ; and if it had not happened this tale would never have been told . There was once an emperor , very great and mighty , and he ruled over an empire so large that no one knew where it began and where it ended . But if nobody could tell the exact extent of his sovereignty everybody was aware that the emperor 's right eye laughed , while his left eye wept . One or two men of valour had the courage to go and ask him the reason of this strange fact , but he only laughed and said nothing ; and the reason of the deadly enmity between his two eyes was a secret only known to the monarch himself . And all the while the emperor 's sons were growing up . And such sons ! All three like the morning stars in the sky ! Florea , the eldest , was so tall and broad-shouldered that no man in the kingdom could approach him . Costan , the second , was quite different . Small of stature , and slightly built , he had a strong arm and stronger wrist . Petru , the third and youngest , was tall and thin , more like a girl than a boy . He spoke very little , but laughed and sang , sang and laughed , from morning till night . He was very seldom serious , but then he had a way when he was thinking of stroking his hair over his forehead , which made him look old enough to sit in his father 's council ! ` You are grown up , Florea , ' said Petru one day to his eldest brother ; ` do go and ask father why one eye laughs and the other weeps . '
But XXXXX would not go .
Daimio Florea Marchen Petru day evil-doer months morning right valour