Then her father told her what a price he would have to pay for the wreath of wild flowers he had brought home to her, for in three days a white wolf would come and claim her and carry her away, and they would never see her again. And the youngest princess asked them why they both looked so sad, and why they wept. That evening the king was very sad, remembering his promise and when he told the queen what had happened, she too shed bitter tears. But all along the road he met no living creature till he turned into the palace gates, where his youngest daughter was waiting to welcome him home. In three days I shall come and fetch it.'Īnd the king thought to himself: 'I am still a good long way from home, I am sure to meet a wild animal or a bird on the road, it will be quite safe to promise.' So he consented, and carried the wreath away with him. 'Only promise to give me the first thing that meets you on your way to your castle. 'I do not want rich treasure,' replied the wolf. 'I will gladly give you rich treasure in exchange for it.' But the wolf heard the order and said: 'My lord and king, I will let you have the wreath, but I must have something in return.' Then the king called to the coachman, and ordered him to get down from his seat and fetch him the wreath from the wolf's head. While he was still about four miles distant from his palace, he noticed a white wolf squatting on the roadside, and, behold! on the head of the wolf, there was a wreath of wild flowers. Now his journey led him through a thick forest. So he had to set out on his homeward way without it. When the king was ready to return to his palace, he bethought himself that he would like to take home presents to each of his three daughters so he went into a jeweller's shop and bought a beautiful necklace for the eldest princess then he went to a rich merchant's and bought a dress embroidered in gold and silver thread for the second princess, but in none of the flower shops nor in the market could he find the wreath of wild flowers that his youngest daughter had set her heart on. Before he left, his youngest daughter made him promise to bring her back a wreath of wild flowers. Now it happened that one day their father had to set out for a tour in a distant part of his kingdom.
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Once upon a time there was a king who had three daughters they were all beautiful, but the youngest was the fairest of the three. Today’s story is The White Wolf, a story found in Andrew Lang’s Grey Fairy Book. I’m Susan Poulter, a Librarian at the Main Library. Hello, and welcome to Family Folktales from the Nashville Public Library. This story can be found in Andrew Lang’s Grey Fairy Book.