When the good fairy Placida turned herself into an old woman to greet the queen on the roadside, the queen scolded the old woman because she didn’t curtsey deeply enough!
I was compelled to intervene. I rode in on my chariot, escorted by my fairy companions on their dragons. I ordered the haughty mortal queen to be turned into bronze. Gentle Placida begged for a milder sentence, and so I decreed that the queen should become a scullion girl for the fairies. I would not free her unless she bore a child to take her place.
Now Placida has fallen in love with the queen’s new baby girl, and she has drawn in her sisters to be godmothers and give the child all sorts of wonderful gifts. Enough is enough! They are rewarding the daughter of a mother who should have been properly punished! So once again, I have intervened. The fairy godmothers may ensure the child’s beauty and her cleverness, but I shall place her in an enchanted tower in the midst of the sea. She shall not leave it until she finds herself in the arms of a lover whom she herself loves. I sincerely doubt that she will find such a lover, out there in her high sea tower.