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THE SHEPHERD OF MONTE CRISTALLO Once upon a time, on the pink-coloured Monte Cristallo, where now only terribly steep walls are to be seen, there stood a magnificent castle. Its towers and pinnacles raised their tops proudly above the valley, and greeted us merrily as they shone in the sun over the snow-peaks of the Marmolata. In this castle there dwelt a beautiful and charming princess, and many princes had already sued for her hand, but they all came away as rejected wooers and were never again seen in the locality. The princess took a real pleasure in refusing each lover after giving him a problem which no one was able to solve. She wanted to be told a story concerning herself, which she did not know, and yet which she had to believe. No one was able to fulfill these three conditions, for who could know anything credible about the princess which she herself did not know? When a suitor began to speak, the princess used to look at him so inquiringly with her big blue eyes that he became quite embarrassed. No matter how much the men wearied themselves in their efforts to invent something strange, and to speak the greatest flatteries, it was all to no purpose.