but, as the enchanter had vanished, he did not waste any more time in thinking, but went to seek the princess, who very soon consented to marry him. but after all, they had not been married very long when the king died, and the queen had nothing left to care for but her little son, who was called hyacinth. the little prince had large blue eyes, the prettiest eyes in the world, and a sweet little mouth, but, alas! his nose was so enormous that it covered half his face. the queen was inconsolable when she saw this great nose, but her ladies assured her that it was not really as large as it looked; that it was a roman nose, and you had only to open any history to see that every hero has a large nose. the queen, who was devoted to her baby, was pleased with what they told her, and when she looked at hyacinth again, his nose certainly did not seem to her quite so large.

　　the prince was brought up with great care; and, as soon as he could speak, they told him all sorts of dreadful stories about people who had short noses. no one was allowed to come near him whose nose did not more or less resemble his own, and the courtiers, to get into favor with the queen, took to pulling their babies" noses several times every day to make them grow long. but, do what they would, they were nothing by comparison with the prince"s.

　　when he grew sensible he learned history; and whenever any great prince or beautiful princess was spoken of, his teachers took care to tell him that they had long noses.

　　his room was hung with pictures, all of people with very large noses; and the prince grew up so convinced that a long nose was a great beauty, that he would not on any account have had his own a single inch shorter!

　　when his twentieth birthday was passed the queen thought it was time that he should be married, so she commanded that the portraits of several princesses should be brought for him to see, and among the others was a picture of the dear little princess!