tigue she only answered
tranquilly that he must have patience. However, she presently showed him
a bundle of straw on which he could sleep.

'But what can I have to eat?' cried Prince Vivien sharply.

'Wait a little, wait a little,' she replied. 'If you will only have
patience I am just going out into the garden to gather some peas: we
will shell them at our leisure, then I will light a fire and cook them,
and when they are thoroughly done, we can enjoy them peaceably; there is
no hurry.'

'I shall have died of starvation by the time all that is done,' said the
Prince ruefully.

'Patience, patience,' said the old woman looking at him with her slow
gentle smile, 'I can't be hurried. "All things come at last to him who
waits;" you must have heard that often.'

Prince Vivien was wild with aggravation, but there was nothing to be
done.

'Come then,' said the old woman, 'you shall hold the lamp to light me
while I pick the peas.'

The Prince in his haste snatched it up so quickly that it went out, and
it took him a long time to light it again with two little bits of
glowing charcoal which he had to dig out from the pile of ashes upon the
hearth. However, at last the peas were gathered and shelled, and the
fire lighted, but then they had to be carefully counted, since the old
woman declared that she would cook fifty-four, and no more. In vain did
the Prince represent to her that he was famished--that fifty-four peas
would go no way towards satisfying his hunger--that a few peas, more or
less, surely could not matter. It was quite useless, in the end he had
to count out the fifty-four, and worse than that, because he dropped one
or two in his hurry, he had to begin again from the very first, to be
sure the number was complete. As soon as they were cooked the old dame
took a pair of scales and a morsel of bread from the cupboard, and was
just about to divide it when Prince Vivien, who really could wait no
longer, seized the whole piece and ate it up, saying in his turn,
'Patience.'

'You mean that for a joke,' said the old woman, as gently as ever, 'but
that is really my name, and some day you will know more about me.'

Then they each ate their twenty-seven peas, and the Prince was surprised
to find that he wanted nothing more, and he slept as sweetly upon his
bed of straw as he had ever done in his palace.

In the morning the old woman gave him milk and bread for his breakfast,
which he ate contentedly, rejoicing