There lived on this citadel a person named Richard who was king and on most days was a fairly good fellow. His troopers stored guard over the citadel to make certain nobody entered it that had evil intentions. It was guarded by day and by evening. It was very troublesome for most individuals to even stand up the mountain to achieve the citadel who actually have been good and sincere folks. The climb was greater than most individuals may bear so the mountain itself protected the citadel considerably.
King Richard would stroll down the lengthy stone hallway on daily basis and look out over the valley under. He may see the widespread folks’s houses. He may see the quaint village wherein they purchased and offered their items. Some days he may hear the sounds of the younger folks’s voices as they sang or made music. King Richard grew lonely on this tall citadel and grew uninterested in sleeping in his huge bed on their own. He longed for a spouse however he had not been capable of finding one which was as stunning as his coronary heart had dreamed of.
Every day he would ask the guards if they’d seen essentially the most stunning woman within the land and in that case the place he may look. Day after day he was advised nobody had discovered such an individual to suit his necessities. She needed to be skinny, have lengthy darkish hair, truthful pores and skin with out spot or wrinkle and she or he needed to have the voice of an angel. Usually he would add different necessities and the listing continued to get longer.
The king made it clear he wished to have youngsters so the woman of his desires should be capable to bear youngsters. As he sat quietly in his room at evening he would go to an infinite cupboard and pour himself a drink. The wine appeared to assist him sleep higher and soothe his lonely coronary heart.
Someday a peddler approached the citadel with a wagon filled with all coloured glass bottles. Some have been purple, some blue, some yellow, some inexperienced, some purple, some laced with golden ribbons. The peddler requested the guards to inform the king of his bottles and even gave every of them a drink to indicate them he was an sincere gentleman.