“'Very well,' said the wicked fairy, and she smiled so sweetly that the poor prince's head swam.
'For one whole year, you must never look up at the moon in the sky. If you do, you will instantly lose all your royal possessions.
You will forget who you really are and find yourself transported to the land of Presentia, where you will lead the life of a poor, unknown wretch.
Do you accept my terms?' 'If that's all you ask,' cried Prince Girolamo, 'what could be easier!'
Meanwhile, Princess Momo had been waiting in vain for the prince to appear, so she resolved to venture out into the world and look for him.
She let all her reflections go and, leaving her stained-glass palace behind, set off down the snow-clad mountainside in her dainty little slippers.
She roamed the world until she came to Presentia, by which time her slippers were worn out and she had to go barefoot,
but the magic mirror bearing her reflection continued to soar overhead.
One night, while Prince Girolamo was sitting on the roof of his golden palace,
playing checkers with the fairy whose blood was cold and green, he felt a little drop of moisture on his hand.
“'Ah,' said the green-blooded fairy, 'it's starting to rain.' 'It can't be,' said the prince. 'There isn't a cloud in the sky.'”
And he looked up, straight into the big silver mirror soaring overhead,
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