How happy they were as they wandered about in the beautiful gardens together , sometimes listening to sweet music ! And the King used to write songs for Bellissima . This is one that she liked very much : In the forest all is gay When my Princess walks that way . All the blossoms then are found Downward fluttering to the ground , Hoping she may tread on them . And bright flowers on slender stem Gaze up at her as she passes Brushing lightly through the grasses . Oh ! my Princess , birds above Echo back our songs of love , As through this enchanted land Blithe we wander , hand in hand . They really were as happy as the day was long . All the King 's unsuccessful rivals had gone home in despair . They said good-by to the Princess so sadly that she could not help being sorry for them . `` Ah ! madam , '' the King of the Gold Mines said to her `` how is this ? Why do you waste your pity on these princes , who love you so much that all their trouble would be well repaid by a single smile from you ? '' `` I should be sorry , '' answered Bellissima , `` if you had not noticed how much I pitied these princes who were leaving me for ever ; but for you , sire , it is very different : you have every reason to be pleased with me , but they are going sorrowfully away , so you must not grudge them my compassion . '' The King of the Gold Mines was quite overcome by the Princess 's good-natured way of taking his interference , and , throwing himself at her feet , he kissed her hand a thousand times and begged her to forgive him . At last the happy day came . Everything was ready for Bellissima 's wedding . The trumpets sounded , all the streets of the town were hung with flags and strewn with flowers , and the people ran in crowds to the great square before the palace . The Queen was so overjoyed that she had hardly been able to sleep at all , and she got up before it was light to give the necessary orders and to choose the jewels that the Princess was to wear . These were nothing less than diamonds , even to her shoes , which were covered with them , and her dress of silver brocade was embroidered with a dozen of the sun 's rays .
You may imagine how much these had cost ; but then nothing could have been more brilliant , except the beauty XXXXX the Princess !
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