Everybody wants to realize the dream, and I am the dream. I sit in my silver room, in my golden castle on a high glass mountain. The suitor who reaches the top and plucks the golden apple from the tree will join me in my enchanted life. Many have died trying. The corpses are piling up on the ground.

I have begun to doubt that anyone will be able to reach me. Not only is the surface between us hard and slick, but a huge eagle guards me. He is too jealous to allow anyone near.

The Glass Princess in The Glass Mountain, Yellow Fairy Book. Picture by Helen Jacobs.

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