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"After long, long years a king's son came again to that country, and heard an old man talking about the thorn-hedge,
and that a castle was said to stand behind it in which a wonderfully beautiful princess, named briar-rose, had been asleep
for a hundred years, and that the king and queen and the whole court were asleep likewise. He had heard, too, from his grandfather,
that many kings, sons had already come, and had tried to get through the thorny hedge, but they had remained sticking fast
in it, and had died a pitiful death.
Then the youth said, "I am not afraid, I will go and see the beautiful briar-rose." The good old man might dissuade
him as he would, he did not listen to his words.
But by this time the hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when briar-rose was to awake again. When the
king's son came near to the thorn-hedge, it was nothing but large and beautiful flowers, which parted from each other of their
own accord, and let him pass unhurt, then they closed again behind him like a hedge.
He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the throne lay the king
and queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be heard, and at last he came to the tower,
and opened the door into the little room where briar-rose was sleeping."
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