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THE TREE OF PRIDE
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King waited until he had reached the lowest
arm of the tree, and then, instead of taking the
gift, he seized his garment and dragged him to
the ground.
The old man shrieked and struggled, but the
King held him fast, and, throwing him on the
grass, stood over him while his two soldiers
bound him hand and foot.
“Look!” cried the King, when they had done
this, “ here is my blade, ready to plunge into
your evil body. Because the Princess ate the
fruit you gave her, her whole heart is changed.
You have only one chance of life. I will spare
it if you tell me the remedy that can turn her
into her true self.”
“ There is no remedy,” he said, fixing his
malicious eyes on the King.
“ Then,” said the young man, “ I will prevent
anyone else from sharing the Princess’s fate.”
And he raised his arm.
“ Stop!” screamed the other. “ I will tell you
everything! Only let me go and I will promise
never to offer the fruit to anyone again.”
“ Lie still,” said the King. “You will tell me
the cure before you move and then I will cut
down the tree. Go to the nearest hut and
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81
King waited until he had reached the lowest
arm of the tree, and then, instead of taking the
gift, he seized his garment and dragged him to
the ground.
The old man shrieked and struggled, but the
King held him fast, and, throwing him on the
grass, stood over him while his two soldiers
bound him hand and foot.
“Look!” cried the King, when they had done
this, “ here is my blade, ready to plunge into
your evil body. Because the Princess ate the
fruit you gave her, her whole heart is changed.
You have only one chance of life. I will spare
it if you tell me the remedy that can turn her
into her true self.”
“ There is no remedy,” he said, fixing his
malicious eyes on the King.
“ Then,” said the young man, “ I will prevent
anyone else from sharing the Princess’s fate.”
And he raised his arm.
“ Stop!” screamed the other. “ I will tell you
everything! Only let me go and I will promise
never to offer the fruit to anyone again.”
“ Lie still,” said the King. “You will tell me
the cure before you move and then I will cut
down the tree. Go to the nearest hut and
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| Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Stories told by the miller > (105) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129136285 |
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| Description | By Violet Jacob. |
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| Shelfmark | U.38.g |
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| Description | Violet Jacob (1863-1946) was born into an aristocratic family who had lived at the House of Dun near Montrose since the 15th century. Her classic novel of the 1745 Jacobite rising, 'Flemington” (1911), was highly regarded by John Buchan and is still in print. Jacob had a deep appreciation of the Angus dialect and countryside, and this is evident in her celebrated Scots language poetry in volumes such as 'Song of Angus' (1915). |
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| Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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