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 quite 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 a 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 shall 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 three 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!”
Now 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?