There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a
real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady;
but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether
they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing,
now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace
6quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife.
One evening a fearful tempest arose, it thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down from
the sky in torrents; besides, it was as dark as pitch. All at once there was heard a violent
knocking at the door, and the old King, the Prince's father, went out himself to open it.
It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain and the wind, she was in
11a sad condition; the water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She
said she was a real Princess.
"Ah, we should soon see that!" thought the old Queen-mother, however, she said not a word of what
she was going to do; but went quietly into the bedroom, took all the bed-clothes off the bed, and
put three little peas on the bedstead. She then laid twenty mattresses one upon another over the
16three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the mattresses.
Upon this bed the Princess was to pass the night.
The next morning she was asked how she had slept. "Oh, very badly indeed!" she replied. "I have
scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through. I do not know what was in my bed, but I had
something hard under me, and am all over black and blue. It has hurt me so much!"
21Now it was plain that the lady must be a real Princess, since she had been able to feel the three
little peas through the twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. None but a real Princess could
have had such a delicate sense of feeling.
The Prince accordingly made her his wife; being now convinced that he had found a real Princess.
The three peas were however put into the cabinet of curiosities, where they are still to be seen,
provided they are not lost.
Wasn't this a lady of real delicacy?