This was the Joyful Kingdom and there were none realising she would break his heart,
would break his heart, with such
like it nearby. Everything in this kingdom was joy
and happiness, thus it was called the Joyful
Kingdom
. the people of my kingdom; but come this
The monarchs were so kind that they never rested
because they were always listening and solving
everyone's problems, everyone and anyone who
belonged to their kingdom.
One day, when Queen Shabat was going on her usual ride
around the town, with the intent to help her most needy
people, she came across a man in the entrance of the
kingdom; who seeing the carriage departing, introduced
himself to her raising his voice:
I'm looking for the king Stop, driver! Have mercy on me, I've
travelled so much!
Once the servant stopped the carriage, the Queen
contemplated the stranger kindly; and he, looking back at her,
felt confidence and said:
My lady, I've come from the other side, walking for
three days to reach the Joyful Kingdom!
For what? May I ask? I'm Shabat, Queen of Joy
Oh, your majesty! Pardon me. I should have guessed so, as
your delicate beauty reveals your provenance. I've come from
far away because I've been told that in this kingdom
everything is joy and happiness for the people
While Shabat was listening with humble
pride, the stranger kept talking and
talking:
My Queen, the people from the kingdom
I come from are dying of hunger, and we
need milk to nourish our children!
Shabat remained calm and quiet towards the
pleas of that man. Despite the fact that she
was carrying with her lots of baked bread,
fresh milk and several kinds of grains; without
kindness typical of her, she answered:
Good man, this milk I bring here is for
afternoon to see if there's something left;
yet I doubt it. My people's needs are
great!
That stranger didn't fit in those lands. In that
moment his grief became even greater than the
poverty of his town itself. So, trying to fit the
humble bundle he was carrying on his shoulder, he
looked at the Queen and begged God to listen to
him, backing away gently, and giving way to the
Queen to continue in her elegant carriage.
Forgetting those details, which for Shabat meant
nothing at all, one day in February, the queen gave the
king news which he had been waiting for years for. New
that would sweeten the summer.
Dearest husband, your majesty I'm so embarrassed; I
don't know how to tell you this; it's just that!
The king gracefully took his wife by the waist and guided her
towards the window where he may understand her better. Then he
anxiously asked:
What is wrong, Queen Shabat? Don't you trust me? Look out
onto the horizon: I have given you everything as far as the eye
can see and I have given you my love and trust until the ends
of the sea.
Oh no, my King! It is only that I never thought I
would become a mother so soon.
The king pretended not to hear well and asked to be told the
news again; and so he heard it again and again. The room was
much too small to fit the king's joy; he wanted to run outside
happily and so he twirled around as if he were a child.
A son, a little one, who doesn't know that one day he shall be
king. I must travel to faraway lands! We will bring this news to
everyone in the kingdom and we will give a big party!
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The king laughed and laughed repeating over and over again:
My son A prince! A prince!
A grand party took place. The King's wife never
imagined that the he would celebrate the coming of
his son Or daughter perhaps; haha haha.
A large multitude of people attended; and with a great
fanfare everyone passed on the news:
The king will have a son! We are all invited and
much bread will be served! Hey, stop working; the
Queen's daughter will soon arrive!
cried the women with great emotion, as if in prearranged
agreement, their voices joined together in one.
Rich and poor, young and old, everybody celebrated; and
the young people played their bagpipes jumping and
dancing from one side to another.
The party gladdened the royal couple's hearts even
more; but just on the same evening of the great news,
Shabat could not fall asleep. Many far-off voices
interrupted her happy rest. Thus she stood up and saw,
just in front of her, some beings that she had never ever
seen before.
Who is there? Nobody is allowed to enter his Majesty's
room!
Listen Shabat: we haven't come to greet you, or to
give you any compliment!
Who are you? Your Majesty, wake up!
Do not call your good husband. He will not awake!
Shabat, we are the spirits of the monarchs...
custodians of wisdom and good judgment,
and we have come here to give you the
news that you shall have a girl. She will be
held responsible for your error She will
have no face and will only recover it after
paying for what you, long ago, denied a
poor stranger.
Worried by the visit of the ancient custodians,
the Queen responded:
I was always good to all my people and
never denied anything to any stranger; I
do not see the reason for such a great
punishment. Where is all the good I did
for them? What was the use of all that?
Shabat, good Queen, you will not be able to
remember what you denied that poor man. You
will not be able to help your young daughter and
you will suffer trying to remember what it was that
you denied that man who travelled from so far
away to ask for your help.
The Queen would not accept such a cruel
punishment. She could no longer contain her
sadness and she cried bitterly for her little child, one
who would soon be in this world paying for
something she didn't do.
The spirits disappeared and King Geronimo, upon hearing the
delicate sobs of his adored Queen, awoke:
My love, what is wrong? Do not worry. You must be crying
because you are afraid of the moment of childbirth, right?
Yes, that's right, that's right! Rest Geronimo, rest
Day after day, Shabat tried to
remember what she had denied
that stranger; but it was useless to
try. The Queen awaited the arrival
of her little one with overwhelming
sadness that was slowly killing her.
Time passed and the birthing time
finally arrived, the mid-wife was in
the room helping her with the
labour; and the king was outside
waiting anxiously and nervously
next to his most faithful servant, a
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 cute little bird.
Your majesty, having studied the
economics of the Joyful Palace, the
budget is not enough to feed one more
mouth, with the huge investment that
demands your big belly; on top of that"
Enough, please, Refino! Do you not realise that I'm
awaiting the arrival of my son? Or daughter, maybe."
Oh, do not remind me, my King! I'll have to hear
the annoying cry of the little baby every single
day. Silence! Listen, your majesty. What could be
happening? "
"I cannot hear anything."
Do you think your child will like worms? "
So that's why, that's why I say that nothing can be heard;
not a sound. Isn't that strange? When I was born I cried
desperately, they had to know it was me; and the first
thing I got was a tiny little worm, yuck! What a nasty thing.
Silence! I don't have time to know where you were born,
or what you ate. Let me see what is happening! "
The king was frightened with what Refino said to him. Not a
sound, everything was silence. Concerned about this, he got
up from the chair where he had lain waiting and knocked on
the door desperately, impatiently asking the mid-wife:
Is everything alright? Do not keep me waiting all
the time! Why are you taking so long, woman? "
Why don't you control yourself, Geronimo?
There is still a long time till... till the moment of
birth."
The friendly mid-wife replied really nervously:
The king had to calm down and wait again in his
chair. While in the room, the little faceless child was
born, in silence. And the woman who helped to
bring her into the world protected her, squeezing
her tightly to her chest, not listening to what Queen
Shabbat was asking her:
"Bring her near; I want to feel her innocence before I
go...it's a girl, right?
The midwife looked up really surprised to listen
to the Queen asking for a girl.
My lady, how do you know it's a
girl, if you haven't seen it yet?"
"I know more than what you're
looking at right now; and
without seeing her, I know what
she looks like.
The woman cried deep inside her, as she loved the monarchs and
feared seeing them suffer. So, weeping and caressing the new
born, the midwife walked slowly and gave her to her mother. And
as she did, Shabat said:
Tell my Geronimo to forgive me and that I'll come back for him so
we can go to faraway lands...as he dreamed of one day."
The beautiful Queen died just after she had finished speaking softly,
unable to see her daughter's little face; but she was content only to
feel the sweet warmth; one that put her to sleep in deep dream like
peace.
Oh, my Queen, what a tragedy has occurred in the
kingdom! It can't be happening. "
She ran to the door, holding the little girl in her arms:
My King, the Queen has died! And your daughter...look
at her: she was born with no face! "
Geronimo, speechless, took his faceless little girl...
He slowly entered the room which had belonged to the two
of them, and knelt next to the bed, near his eternal love.
Why, my Shabbat, why have you left us both so all alone?"
The mid-wife who had delivered the baby, seeing him
disconsolate, grabbed his shoulder to give him strength,
She shall come for you, my king, and you two will go together to
faraway lands, just like you dreamed of one day. You must forgive
her...she asked me to tell you. "
The Queen of the poor had died. The news spread throughout
the kingdom and its surroundings, then wailing and moaning
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 could be heard among all the people:
"It cannot be true; the Queen is dead! "
"Is she dead? There must be a mistake! Yesterday I saw
her near the fields. "
Dogs also called for the Queen; they howled without resting.
Unhappy and anxious people wandered everywhere in tears telling
the worst news in years.
In the Joyful Kingdom everything had changed. No more
happiness now; no more help for the people, because the king was
always walking and sadly muttering:
My Shabbat, my Queen, take me soon, as you
promised!"
The little faceless girl was always with Geronimo, and
never let go of the old cape of the broken king. One
day there was so much sadness in the girl, that the
king, looking at her, could nearly see her little eyes
filled with tears.
If you had had a face, I'm sure you would have been so
beautiful; and with your little mouth you would have told
me off about allowing myself to die. I can even feel I'm
hearing your voice, my baby"
Beautiful Daughter, I've been trying to come up
with a name for you ... For some time, I have kept
something that your mother loved. Let me show
you. "
Geronimo went to his wardrobe and took out a
beautiful instrument of the Gods, saying:
"Oh, there you are lyre! ... I got a name for my daughter! I got a
name for my daughterrrr! Hahaha, hahahaha
From now on, we'll call you Lyrha; and through it, you can
convey whatever you want to whomever you want! "
Then, embracing his child, said again:
This is my gift; you needn't know how to play it. It is
magical and will play according to your commands! "
Lyrha started to play it; and through her lyre, she
conveyed to her father her deepest feelings:
I love you, father."
Four years had passed and, at last, the sweet little girl had a
name. Geronimo had not introduced Lyrha to the people of
the kingdom. He was afraid his daughter could be rejected.
That's why he kept her hidden in the palace.
After a few peaceful days Zngara, the king's
sister, unexpectedly came to greet him:
Brother, brother! Are you not going to
say hello to your precious sister? "
But Zngara, what are you doing here?
Didn't I exile you and tell you never to come
back... "
Wait, I did not ask to come. It was Alittlejoyful Duke who
sent for me in order to help you with the kingdom, which
recently you have largely neglected. "
I have travelled the world to get here, and just for you ...
Ohhhh!! And is this how you greet me?"
You are right, sister. Yes, it is better that you
rule... I do not feel capable of doing it. Besides,
you are my only sister, and I know the years of
separation have been useful ... have they not?"
Yes, yes, Geronimo. I got married and
my distinguished husband is waiting for
me in the great hall. I will introduce him
to you. "
Lyrha, the poor little thing, was hidden next to
the wardrobe; when suddenly she dropped her
lyre and Zngara heard it:
Huh? What was that?"
The king was nervous, as he didn't want
anyone to see Lyrha:
It's nothing ... Now go!"
"No, let me see. Who is she? ... Oh, it's a ugly girl;
she has no face! Do not tell me it's your daughter
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 Yes, it's my little Lyrha!"
The cruel words of his sister made
Geronimo really sad; but as she was
very clever and needed to gain his
trust, she corrected herself:
"Oh, Ahh-ahh... What a sweet little
thing! Her face is magic. Did you know,
brother, that if one of the royal parents
misbehaved, they would be punished
through their own children? Well, that
is hearsay from the old monarchs...
But if you want to help her, you have to find the reason ...
I don't know; maybe your dead wife did something that
caused the damage to your strange daughter'. "
Don't you dare say anything about our Queen! She was a saint. "
Do not take offence, brother; I just wanted to help. I had better
go; my trip was very long. "
Zngara left the room softly mocking. The idea of taking over the
Joyful Kingdom had just begun. As she left the room, her wicked
husband had heard every little detail behind the door; and they
both took advantage of the enormous pain and misery the King
was going through to start their evil plan.
So, after several months, the evil couple had already
plotted to trick Geronimo, laying a trap. They were
bad! - Yes, very bad ... And so, subtly, Zngara, full of
the evil intent that no one in the palace knew about...
...deceptively approached her brother, who was, as usual,
thoughtful and wandering the halls, to warn him:
Geronimo, dear brother, your beautiful daughter has gone
missing. She's not anywhere!"
What?"
Yes. I'm looking for her myself and she's not anywhere. "
My daughter! Not her! I'll send the soldiers to look for her. "
The plan of the unscrupulous sister was about to collapse,
forcing her to think:
I have to come up with something quickly!"
Hahaha... Dear brother, little Lyrha does not have a face, don't
you remember? She must be lost. Don't despair... Let us look for
her by ourselves... Look, go and look for her upstairs in the
dungeon; I'll go to the basement. "
Thank you, Zngara. I never thought you would change...and
come to love Lyrha! "
What a bad person! His own sister! But yes she was completely
overwhelmed with hatred and envy! Thus her ears could no longer
hear the king; as she could not be softened; so she said again:
Go Geronimo, it's getting late...it will be dark soon and we will not
be able to find her. We'll have time to embrace later... Go! "
After Zngara was apparently gone, King Geronimo, step by
step, went up the stairs carefully, since he wasn't familiar with
the dungeon of his own castle. Anxious to find his little girl, he
went higher and higher, calling her:
Lyrha sweetheart, I know you can hear me! If you're around,
knock on any door. "
The king listened carefully...
Those knocks must be near" - thought the monarch. Thus, slowly
and cautiously he began to go up; as time passed dusk light faded
completely. Yet Geronimo went ever higher, near to the dungeon
where no one had ever been locked up...
There he heard strange noises, so he stuck his head round
one of the doors that was open:
Aha, little girl, you must be here!"
When he decided to go in, he was surprised at how disastrous the
room was. It was the first time that the king had seen the dungeons;
he looked up and down and side to side. There was a window grill
covered by cobwebs. Humbly, typical of him, he went towards it to
remove them so he could have more light and find the little child; but
when he looked at the top of the window of that room...
...the door slammed shut, and the exaggerated laughter of his
cruel sister and husband could be heard.
Haha, hahaha Done, let's go now!"
For the sad king, unhappiness had become part of his life long
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 ago. Now yet again he would lose a great love, his little child.
Geronimo, plunged into grief, collapsed on the bed of stone of
that cold dungeon; longing for nothing more than seeing his
faceless daughter.
In those moments, while the sovereign of one of the greatest
nations of the world was resting on that bed of stone...
One of the tiniest inhabitants of the kingdom watched him closely.
He climbed over him and, analysing him carefully, asked:
Do not tell me you're a courtier of the King...that irresponsible man
who allowed the largest and happiest country in the world to get
lost in abject poverty. Besides, the royal winery is always empty, and
my brothers and my poor old mother... Oh! I feel like crying; We
can't even shed more tears...I can't cry; I have to keep some tears in
case one of my brothers dies. Hey! You're not going to say
anything? Courtier! "
That hilarious and lying little mouse was trying to persuade the
king, lifting his eyelids to see if that way he would listen to him.
Geronimo watched him out of focus neither hearing nor feeling
any noise. Suddenly, after a moment, he looked at the little mouse
and replied:
I am not a courtier, I'm the king ...; and I do not want to live.
You know, my own sister has locked me here...the idea of dying
sounds good to me; but now I only fear for my little girl. "
The little mouse, with a gesture of admiration, seeing the king
so proud immediately paid him a compliment.
"Oh, I'm talking to the king in person! Let me give you a kiss ...
While flattering the king, his mother and his chubby brother
showed up fearful of seeing a human so close. So the mouse,
very happily, gave them a sign, inviting them to come out:
Come here. This is not an ordinary man; he's one of the
royals! Or rather, the King! King, this is my family: my
mother and my brother Tasty...Ah, I forgot; I am Salty..
Everything I do goes wrong."
Little by little, step by step, they began to gain confidence and
approach Geronimo. - Hahaha what funny mice! Mrs. Mouse, very
flatteringly, asked:
Would you mind having a portrait painted with us?"
Geronimo smiled sadly, saying yes and asking:
"Nice, but how is that portrait going to be done? Who's
going to do it? "
Mama mouse replied:
My son Tasty is very good at it, Salty and I will be next to you.
You will see how it looks!"
And so, Tasty went to bring his paints. He started working on it and
finally, after four hours, the mini-portrait was finished and then they
showed it to the imprisoned monarch, who was very surprised, to
be perfectly depicted by the gifted little mouse, asking him,
therefore, a favour:
Bring me a portrait of my Lyrha; I'm sure she was locked,
like me. I need to know how she is ...; whether she is sad
or not. "
My royal Highness - pointed Salty - we will take months,
perhaps years, to dig until reaching the dungeon of your
daughter, the Princess, as there is no hole through which we
could go."
I do not care; I death can wait for me. I have to know
about my daughter! "
Outside the dungeon, the unscrupulous couple had, without
compassion, locked the girl in another dungeon. Along with her,
they mercilessly threw in her lyre. The little girl took her lyre and
played her most painful cries which, with no intention, reached
her cruel aunt and uncles ears.
Oh, I had not realised that your niece was so sad. She
has managed to scare me, Zngara! "
She is scary, yes...but that should not haunt our
consciences. The royal family is out of the way and soon,
of this world. "
Inside the dungeon where they locked the King, mama mouse
and the two little sons promised him theyd hurry. They soon
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began - Yes, well done, well done! -. Let's get down to work -
And did they do it alone? - No, they sought help from more
mice and began to dig with all their might, without seeing the
king in several months without knowing that he was dying.
Finally they arrived where
the little girl was and,...
...not surprised by her appearance, they began to paint
her along with her lyre. After they finished the hard
work, her new friends kissed her little hand, saying
goodbye hastily. Thus they rushed to the dungeon of the
king, where he was slowly dying; and, concerned,
approached him and said:
My king, here is your little one!"
Geronimo saw his beloved daughter in the painting. Soon his
face regained a smile, and Tasty, realising that all the food they
had brought him had not been touched for months told him
off:
King Geronimo, how have you managed to stay alive
without eating? Please eat, at least, a little."
The king looked at him and took a piece of bread. So, while
the mice were trying to take care of their great king...
Zngara, so cleverly, after having plotted to take
over the kingdom, had earned the affection of
the people, promising them everything they
wanted.
Taking advantage of this, they announced a lie,
worthy of evil people:
Dear people, you know that, since his
lovely wife died, my brother has let himself
die too. Now he is dead but he asked me
that his body be buried in far-off lands...
That was his last wish. "
The kingdom was in absolute silence. Now
the king was dead. People started to
mutter:
"It can't be true; the king is dead!
"He was the most honest man on Earth!"
"Yes. I no longer wanted him to be a
king; but if we think about it, there won't
be any other like him! "
His sister will not rule the same way!"
This loyalty and decency to the king greatly
annoyed the heartless sister, although she
disguised it well. There, among the crowd,
she said to them:
"Do not worry, people of the new Joyful Kingdom. I have come
from Aglmera, an advanced and modern country, where I learned
new policies to rule. Also, I married one of them. This is my thin
husband; who is with me...he's a great man who will be able to take
over the management of this lovely and affectionate kingdom.
But people seemed to be persuaded by them:
"Long live the new Monarchs! Long live! "Long live!"
Long live and do not die!" "Long live and do not die!"
Hahaha. They are very cute! Hahaha...They do not know that
we will soon have the power and they will be our absolute
workhorses. "
Zngara slowly murmured to her husband, as she
gently said good bye to everyone.
As time went by, Geronimo really died. He died
of grief and hunger. He didn't even look at the
food the humble old caretaker handed him
through the small window at the bottom of the
door.
The undesirable couple did everything perfectly.
Nobody in the kingdom realized what was really
happening.
The old man who handed out the meals did not
know who the people were that were locked up.
- It had been forbidden to him.
One day when he went up to give food to little
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 Lyrha, he heard a sweet melody that pleased his
ears and made them sad at the same time.
Enchanted by the music, the old man knelt
gradually lifting the window. There he saw the
little girl dip her face completely in the plate and
then when she lifted it, she had no face! After
seeing that incredible scene, he ran scared,
screaming desperately:
It's a demon. Noooooo, she has no face, no eyes, and
her mouth ...!Oh, God...Ahhhhhhhhhh! "
He ran without stopping and soon got to the great hall to give
the news about the lying monarchs:
My Queen, it's just that...it's just that up there...ohhh, I
don't know how to tell you this! I'll tell everyone! "
Instead of being exposed, the impostors decided to get rid of the
caretaker, deceiving him the way they deceived everyone else. This
old man had worked for them for many years until he got involved
in that which was not his business. - What did the wicked two do? -
Now, what would the wicked two do? Well they had told everyone
living in the kingdom that there were some jewel thieves within the
dungeons. Yet if everyone found out it were not true, it may raise
suspicion of their evil hearts.
Soon, husband, we have to come up with
something. If we starve this girl, who has for sure
grown up, here in the kingdom, the nosy will
realise that we do not care about her, and they'll
know that we are... you know a little ruthless.
Also, if they go up to the dungeon, they'll know
that Geronimo died many years ago and that his
last wish was not exactly to be buried in far-off
lands. "
Oh, Zngara! Ha ha ha...Still haven't
had your brother's body removed?"
Ah...you've got to be kidding"
Whispering she again told her husband:
There are many guards here, in case you
have not noticed, you silly...Now let me
think...Yeah, I've got it! We'll call upon all
the elderly who wish to work and obey
our rules and if there's a blind one, so
much the better. "
And if he's a weakling, darling?"
Good idea!"
So they made the long awaited call and hundreds of elderly
showed up; but none of them seemed to be right to the impostors.
When there were few left, Zngara, annoyed at not finding the one
she wanted, kicked them all out. Yet in front of them was a strange,
dirty, ragged and lame old man who, through signs and broken
words, was trying to tell them he needed to get the job.
aaaa... jooooo... ooobb."
When listening to him, the aunt and uncle of the sad princess
Lyrha mocked him, leading him away quickly and telling him what
he was expected to do...;
And so he was taken to get to know the dungeons of the kingdom;
and all along the way they kept mocking the vulnerable old man:
"Ha ha ha... This one, besides being so insignificant is a stutterer.
He'll be of so much help.
No, no, no, no, dear Zngara... I would say he is almost
mute... aaaa... jooooo... ooobb... ha ha ha. You see? He can
hear but he's not able to repeat anything intelligibly. "
After they reached the top of the castle, without regard for his age,
they warned him:
"Your job is to feed these prisoners; I mean, only one ... The other is
already dead, but no one must know: Never dare to open these
doors, or else you'll be punished and you don't want to know how!
There is a window at the bottom of the door; just push and
it'll lift itself; then you throw the food on the floor"
The most evil sister and aunt that the kingdom was yet to meet
looked at the old caretaker with suspicion. Then suddenly something
crossed her mind:
Ah, ah, I hadn't noticed the grape-colour eyes in this old man.
Only royalty have grape-colour eyes unless...No, this poor
devilno way, ha"
So, as always, the new custodian of the dungeon brought food to
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 the princess, ignoring the truth. However, finally, after several
months of waiting patiently, the weird looking old man, was
curious to know who he was taking care of. So, when pushing the
jug of water and the plate of bread, he tried to look through the
window. He was astonished to see a young lady with her back to
him. The young and delicate woman was playing her lyre with
natural tenderness. And for the first time he listened to the sweet
and beautiful melodies, which soon completely dazzled him.
It can't be!" He muttered softly -.
What an injustice!" - He continued saying.
Maybe they had been wrong to listen to the
stutterer, almost mute, mumbling man; who was
also lame though, this was the same man that
later rose swiftly and tried to find the way to enter
the dungeon, finding high on the wall a bunch of
keys.
Could those be the keys? I'll try"
Easily, the old man immediately took the keys and
then after trying them out, one by one...
...finally the thick, old wooden door opened.
- Ah... it opened? - Yes, and the princess of the kingdom stopped
playing her magical instrument, turning back quickly. And the
ragged caretaker, who had pretended to be a stutterer all the time,
asked without waiting for an answer, as she moved her face from
side to side:
Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Finally, such was his surprise that again he asked:
What is your name?"
The young princess of the Joyful Kingdom took her beautiful lyre
and expressing herself, like her father, the king, had taught her,
she replied:
I'm Lyrha, Princess of this kingdom...My aunt and her
husband have locked me here after they tricked the king, my
father."
Little Goddess, you've made me very sad, although I can't see
your eyes! Tell me, princess, why don't you have a face? "
Lyrha again started to play her magical instrument:
I don't know...I need some fresh milk."
The strange caretaker, through that lyre, felt her pain and realised
that she needed help soon. So, always very careful not to be seen,
he returned with fresh milk and without hesitation, the old man put
the pot near her, saying:
Here, Lyrha. I've brought the purest milk for you. "
She couldn't wait, and immediately plunged her face in the fresh
and white milk. The guardians of wisdom and good judgment
looked happily upon the expected moment. They gave joy back to
Lyrha and magically her face.
While this was happening, the supposed old man stripped off his
former appearance. When Lyrha lifted her beautiful face, standing in
front of her was a handsome, gallant young man who, looking at her,
smiled, yet she still didn't understand what was happening.
"Where is my friend, the old caretaker?"
She asked anxiously.
The young man kept looking at her, and smiling replied:
"Here he is and now he has become the most faithful
caretaker of your beauty."
The Princess of confinement had become a lovely woman, who
appeared to be irreplaceably essential to the majestic young man
Without uttering a single word, their tender looks said it
all. - Um, how romantic! - Lyrha, delicately nervous,
gently lowered her gaze. So, he, always smiling, took
her hands and gently lifted her face:
Fear not! My name is Flute. I am the Prince of the
Neighboring Kingdom. I came here by royal commission,
to know what happened to the Joyful Kingdom. "
My aunt Zngara and her husband are the owners of my
kingdom. They are very cruel and they will not let me out
of here...Instead, they would rather kill me. "
Prince Flute, enraged and delicate at once,
gave her strength telling her:
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 I told you before, do not be afraid...No one will There, in the kingdom, they held a great feast,
hurt you! Now we have to stop your evil aunt attended by everyone from the kingdom and many
from destroying the Joyful kingdom... Come on, others: poor, rich, old, young ..., and the guests from
carefully. " the neighboring Kingdom... - What a beautiful story! -
The two left the prison, and soon the Ah !, and the young people, jumping and dancing all
castle, very carefully... around, played their flutes and bagpipes again. That is
how this once again became the real Joyful kingdom.
Flute led Lyrha to his kingdom, so that she
could be protected from her heartless aunt and
uncle, while the prince, his father the king, and
his strongest knights...
THE END
...locked the impostor
monarchs up.

The Joyful kingdom was reborn. They all returned, everybody from
before and now; and Refino returned as well, that funny consultant
of Joy who, because of the sadness of the kingdom, had left.
Let's start... Hmmm... According to the situation of this kingdom,
the palace is not available for the arrival of the Neighboring
Kingdom... So as I...um ..."
The prince and princess smiled when they saw the funny but took
the opportunity to let him talk and talk.
"Why are these new rulers laughing so much? They are so
strange ...

After so many years, and for the very first time, the Princess, finally
free, and accompanied by Prince Flute, spoke to her people and
told her story:
I am excited to be part of you, to meet you, and I'm grateful to
the Neighboring Kingdom. Without them, my cruel aunt and uncle
would have continued destroying what remained of Joy, our
kingdom. "
My angel, be my wife, and together we will build Joy again."
The people heard the great speech that lasted for hours, excited to
meet the sweet princess in person. She was the daughter of the
kindest and most righteous monarchs that ever existed and who
died unfairly. However this is not the end; the most handsome
prince, in front of the whole crowd, asked Lyrha to be his wife:

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