ADELINA (A Cautionary Fairy Tale)
c1996 Airweaver
Once upon a time (for, by decree, fairy stories are required to start this
way), there lived a most wise and benevolent King and his equally gracious
Queen. They treated their subjects with utmost kindness, distributing food
to the poor in times of need and providing coal to all their subjects during
the harsh winter months. They were well loved throughout the entire kingdom,
and stories of their good deeds spread far and wide. So, it was that there
was general rejoicing when they gave birth to their first child, a daughter
they named Adelina, which fittingly means "of noble birth." Princess Adelina
was adorable and grew up to be a model child. Although very beautiful, she
was far from vain. She carried herself with poise and developed perfect
manners. Her life was one of continual bliss.
When she was fourteen, however, Adelina found herself alone in her room one
day studying herself in the mirror. She was in the bloom of youth; her mouth
was like a rosebud, her eyes a deep cobalt blue, and her breasts just
beginning to develop their future promise. Yes, she thought, she was as
attractive as everyone said, but still she was not quite satisfied with her
appearance. It was her hair. Fairy princesses were supposed to have long,
golden hair like in the picture books, and Adelina’s hair wasn’t like that at
all. It was thin and mousy. She had tried to grow it long, but to no avail.
It only seemed to mock her as it hung there, lank and lifeless, just
brushing her shoulders. Adelina picked up a limp strand and sighed. "Prince
Charming will never choose me with hair like this."
As it so happened, that very evening a great and powerful Wizard arrived at
court. He had heard of the good deeds done by the Royal Family and had come
to reward them for their kindness and generosity. He granted the King, the
Queen, and Princess Adelina each a single wish. The King wished that all the
roofs of the Kingdom might be made water-tight against the coming winter.
The Queen asked for a bountiful harvest so there would be enough food for
all. Then it came young Adelina’s turn. All she could think of was the
visit to her mirror that morning and burst out, "I wish I had thick, golden
hair to my waist and that it would grow an inch a day, and if it’s ever cut
that it will grow twice as fast as before!" At that, the King shook his head
ruefully, for he was truly wise and knew wizards were apt to take wishes
quite literally. "It shall be as you command," the Wizard replied with a
flourish. As the Wizard was leaving the throne room, the Queen noticed her
husband whispering earnestly to his unexpected visitor. The Wizard said
nothing, but smiled kindly and nodding knowingly in return.
The following morning, Adelina awoke to feel something soft and strange
touching her bare arms. She leapt to her feet and rushed to her mirror. The
wish had come true! Her thin, mousy hair was all gone. In its place were
the most wonderful golden tresses anyone can imagine, falling thick and full
clear to her waist. Smooth and silky, with just a little wave to give them
body. Adelina was in heaven as she reached for her brush and pulled it
through the shimmering masses. Her hair rippled and flowed down her back
like liquid sunshine. When her maid entered the room with breakfast, she
practically dropped the tray in her surprise. "Oh, Your Highness, what
beautiful hair! I always knew you were the most beautiful child in the
kingdom. But just look at you now!" Adelina shook her head and watched her
golden hair bounce and rustle against her nightgown. She tossed it about in
girlish glee. Each time it settled, every hair fell in perfect place. All
that day, Adelina could be found sneaking glances at herself wherever she
went in the castle.
Adelina had always wanted long hair and here it was, the most beautiful hair
in the kingdom. In a few days, she was delighted to discover that her hair
was longer still. Now she could actually sit on it, something she had always
dreamed of doing. By the time another week had passed, it was down to her
knees, and had become her pride and joy. She couldn’t pay enough attention
to it. She was continually brushing it, and braiding, it and washing it, and
playing with it, and was the happiest creature in the entire kingdom.
Everyone was very pleased for her, for she was such a nice child. That is,
all except the King, who said nothing, but seemed deep in thought.
Time passed, as it is inclined to do, and Adelina’s hair continued to grow at
the steady rate of one inch per day, just as she had requested. By the end
of the month, Adelina had hair long enough to reach the floor, just like all
the fairy princesses in her story books. It was very beautiful, and the
constant topic of conversation among everyone in the castle and for miles
around. How it shimmered and floated around her! She spent hours walking
through the castle just to delight in the feel of those magnificent golden
tresses floating down her back. Such delights, however, do not last forever.
After another two weeks had past, her hair had grown a further fourteen
inches, and she was forced to wear it up most of the time, because you will
find it most inconvenient to be trailing hair behind you when you’re trying
to walk with any degree of dignity. Adelina now only let her hair down at
dinnertime, and she made a spectacular sight when she made her entrance with
her golden tresses spreading out behind her like a bridal train and flowing
gracefully across the marble floor.
It was two months after the Wizard’s visit that Adelina got her
maid-in-waiting to measure her hair for her. It proved to be a bit over
eight feet long, and no longer was providing Adelina with quite the joy she
had first taken in it. Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing, she
found herself thinking as she sat at her dressing table that night watching
her maid-in-waiting attempt to brush out the long, perfect strands that
spread out before her in all their profusion. In some ways her hair looked
more beautiful than ever as it rippled and danced around her in the
candlelight, but Adelina was beginning to have second thoughts about it. In
fact, she had to admit that her hair was starting to feel a bit cumbersome
and uncomfortable. It was awkward to wash and was making life difficult for
her maid. "Oh, your Ladyship," she would say, as she put down the brushes
with a sigh, "What am I to do with all your hair?"
Nevertheless, Adelina’s hair continued growing an inch every day, until,
finally, one fine spring morning, when her hair was exactly eleven feet long,
Adelina could stand it no longer and sent for the Royal Barber. Her hair was
awkward and hot; it was heavy, and she was tired of fussing with it all the
time. It had become oppressive. She ordered her too-long tresses to be cut
back to her waist. She let them down, and the barber could see that they
were, indeed remarkable, flooding the floor with their soft radiance. The
deed was done, and Adelina once again found herself surrounded by the
magnificent cloak of golden hair she had first wished for.
But you remember Adelina’s wish, don’t you? Now her hair grew twice as fast
as before, for the wise King had been right to predict that wizards take
their wishes quite literally. It was growing steadily two inches every day
now, instead of one. Every day her hair got longer by just this amount --no
more, no less --so that before long she found it back to her knees, then to
her ankles, and then skimming the floor. On and on it grew, day in, day out,
as if by magic, until once again she found herself confronted with a heavy,
eleven-foot column of troublesome hair --a mane so long she could never wear
down, but could only attempt to cope with.
Now, Adelina was an intelligent girl, and began to realize how foolish her
wish had been. She started to wish she had her old hair again, thin and
mousy as it might have been. As it was, her hair was getting far too long
and in the way. She resisted the temptation to cut it a second time, though,
for she realized that would only make her hair grow still faster -- that,
instead of two inches a day, it would most certainly start to grow four. But
there is only so much resistance a young girl can be expected to put up, so
with her hair a hopelessly long fifteen feet, the Royal Barbers were summoned
once again. By this time Adelina had come to hate her fantastically long
hair and to find it more of a problem than she could ever have imagined. She
was even a bit frightened of it. There was just so much of it. It seemed to
have a life of its own. It was hot and time-consuming. She found she could
no longer move freely with it loose. Besides, it seemed to spread everywhere
and get into everything. It took considerable effort just to keep pinned to
her head and out of the way. The very weight of it was oppressive. This
time she ordered it cut back to her ears. The relief was instantaneous, but,
unfortunately, far from permanent. Only two days later, Adelina’s golden
tresses had returned to the middle of her back; by the next day they extended
to her hips.
The King summoned his ministers and explained his deep concern to them all,
for he understood the gravity of the situation only too well. It was time to
see if the Wizard was as good as his promise. In the meantime, he forbade
Adelina to cut her tresses ever again, not by so much as a single inch, for
the problem was rapidly getting out of hand. But even he relented a short
time later, when their overwhelming length began to make his daughter’s once
care-free life an ongoing misery.
Adelina cut her hair the third time only when it had reached the incredible
length of 28 feet. She fully understood the foolishness of the move, yet she
simply couldn’t bear its presence another minute. How it mocked her in its
profusion! It was overwhelming. By this time her hair was being measured in
yards rather than inches, and half the household staff was being called on
simply to maintain it and try to keep it under some kind of control. Various
stratagems and procedures were suggested for dealing with it, since Adelina
could hardly keep the vast quantities of it confined to her head. No matter
how she tried to bind it up or keep it from straying, loose strands would
continually slip from the awkward piles mounded there and get caught on
things. At other times, it would trip her up, or make her feel top-heavy.
At bedtime her hair had to be carefully folded and placed in a pile by the
bedside out of harm’s way. Her wish had become a nightmare from which there
seemed no escape, as became immediately clear after that third haircut when
it commenced to grow eight inches a day. Adelina had become the prisoner of
her own hair. Time after time she tried to delay calling in the Royal
Barbers yet again, for she knew they would only made a bad situation even
worse, but again and again the barbers were summoned, if only to provide some
temporary relief. It only grew faster and faster. The Queen prayed for a
miracle; the King kept searching the horizon, as if looking for an answer
that seemed never to arrive.
A month later, Adelina lay in bed wrapped in the lengths of her golden hair,
which flowed in torrents down each side of the bed. She was watching it
grow. It was growing so fast you could actually see it. By now, Adelina’s
hair kept her confined to her room except for those short liberating periods
after it had just been cut, but even these periods of blessed relief were
growing briefer and briefer. Otherwise, she found herself trapped by yards
and yards of shimmering golden silk. No one tried to determine its length
any more, nobody cared, but she must have been surrounded by fifty yards of
moving, flowing hair, which seemed alive and growing steadily onward and
onward.
Adelina awoke early the next morning. Her tresses had been cut once again
just before she went to bed the night before, yet the entire room was filled
with the provision of her hair. It spilled off the bed and across the floor.
Masses of it lay piled up against the closed door. Tendrils of it trailed
out the lattice window. It was growing at the rate of several feet an hour.
It never slept.
Had she been able to move from her silken prison and look out the window,
Adelina might have noticed a handsome young knight approaching the castle
wall. He was the prince of a neighboring kingdom, who had been urgently
summoned by the King’s own special messenger. He knew nothing of the task he
had been summoned to perform, but he was struck by what appeared to be
cascade of beautiful, golden hair growing down the tower wall from a casement
above. He had never seen anything more lovely than the sight. How all that
hair shimmered in the sunlight! How soft and silky it looked against the
hard, stone wall of the balustrade. He rode across the drawbridge and was
quickly brought before the King to learn for the first time of Princess
Adelina’s sad plight. The little group hastened up the stairs, and the
knight found himself entering a chamber which seemed to glow with a radiance
that emanated from every corner of the room. It was the soft glow made by
Adelina’s golden hair, which filled the room to overflowing. In the center
of the room, trapped in all its profusion, he found the poor Princess weeping
on her bed. She lay as if in a soft cocoon, enveloped in the immensity of
her flowing hair.
His heart was suddenly filled with pity and a deep, abiding love. He saw
instantly what he was required to do. Without a word he waded forward
through the thick carpets of hair that spread crisscrossed across the floor
until he was standing at Adelina’s bedside. She lay there in tears, her hair
spilling silently forth in engulfing waves, slowly inundating the entire
room. He unleashed his sword and, taking careful aim, with a single stroke
cut through the cascade of ever-growing hair at the point just where it
flowed from the bed onto the floor. At that very instant, Adelina’s hair
stopped growing. The spell was broken. The King and Queen uttered a great
sigh of relief and embraced one another. Adelina wept tears of joy. As the
great masses of severed hair were being cleared from the room, Adelina stood
up to face her rescuer. Her hair was still long and golden, flowing down her
back clear to her ankles, just where the prince had cut it, but it was
growing no longer.
The entire kingdom rejoiced at the festive wedding held a few months later.
The weather was perfect, and everyone commented on how lovely the bride
looked. A symphony of white, with her beautiful golden hair cascading over
it, rich and full, like a waterfall, to well past the hem of her skirt. The
King smiled for the first time in months. He thought back over Adelina’s
foolish wish that had started the whole dreadful affair, and recalled the
bargain he had struck with the Wizard that fateful day. The Wizard had never
intended to punish the family, but simply to reward them for their charity
and goodness. He had promised the King that the dangerous part of Adelina’s
wish would cease as soon as she encountered True Love. The beautiful, golden
tresses, a hopefully wiser and more mature Adelina could keep with the
Wizard’s blessings. And so it was that they all lived happily ever after.
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