Cinder and ashes

She rose up and fled as nimble as a deer. The Prince followed, but could not overtake her. She left behind one of her glass slippers, which the Prince took up most carefully. She got home, but quite out of breath, and in her old clothes, having nothing left her of all her finery but …


I’m going to build a house and hide away. Gather timber from the ground. I’ll build a castle that won’t fall down. When I’m done the clock will stop, and from our heads will come bright flowers.