She put it on with fingers that trembled with joy , and , looking in the glass , was struck dumb at her own beauty . She went downstairs , and in front of the door stood a fine carriage , into which she stepped and was driven away like the wind . The king 's palace was a long way off , yet it seemed only a few minutes before Dotterine drew up at the great gates . She was just going to alight , when she suddenly remembered she had left her basket behind her . What was she to do ? Go back and fetch it , lest some ill-fortune should befall her , or enter the palace and trust to chance that nothing evil would happen ? But before she could decide , a little swallow flew up with the basket in its beak , and the girl was happy again . The feast was already at its height , and the hall was brilliant with youth and beauty , when the door was flung wide and Dotterine entered , making all the other maidens look pale and dim beside her . Their hopes faded as they gazed , but their mothers whispered together , saying , ` Surely this is our lost princess ! ' The young king did not know her again , but he never left her side nor took his eyes from her . And at midnight a strange thing happened . A thick cloud suddenly filled the hall , so that for a moment all was dark . Then the mist suddenly grew bright , and Dotterine 's godmother was seen standing there . ` This , ' she said , turning to the king , ` is the girl whom you have always believed to be your sister , and who vanished during the siege . She is not your sister at all , but the daughter of the king of a neighbouring country , who was given to your mother to bring up , to save her from the hands of a wizard . ' Then she vanished , and was never seen again , nor the wonder-working basket either ; but now that Dotterine 's troubles were over she could get on without them , and she and the young king lived happily together till the end of their days . -LRB- Ehstnische Marchen . -RRB- STAN BOLOVAN Once upon a time what happened did happen , and if it had not happened this story would never have been told . On the outskirts of a village just where the oxen were turned out to pasture , and the pigs roamed about burrowing with their noses among the roots of the trees , there stood a small house . In the house lived a man who had a wife , and the wife was sad all day long .
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