“After long, long years once more came a prince from faraway countries and heard an old man tell of the thorny hedgerow, the palace that was supposed to be behind the hedgerow and within its walls the beautiful princess, called Sleeping Beauty, her slumber of a hundred years, and the king, the queen and the entire court. He was told by his grandfather, who had seen several princes trying to go through the thorny hedgerow but they became stuck and sadly perished. Then the young prince said: “I am not afraid, I want to go there and see the Sleeping Beauty for myself”. The old man advised against it, forcefully and sternly, but the young man refused to listen. A hundred years had just passed, and the day had dawned on which Sleeping Beauty could be awoken.”