When she got there, she sat down in front of the castle door. The cellarman's wife saw her, went to her and asked her what she wanted: she replied that she was just a poor girl orphaned of both parents and that she wanted to go under the master, if only she found a place. Just in those days the girl who helped the cellarman's wife had left, and she was looking for another one. She looked at her very carefully and considered her suitable for the job, and asked her how much money she wanted; she replied that she only asked for board and lodging, and so they easily agreed. She was then taken immediately as an aid. She told her what to do, and gave her a bunch of keys from among the many she had. And since she had golden hands to make batters, preserves, jams, and other good things that can only be found in the king's pantries, they entrusted her with the care of court supplies and lunches. She never stopped talking to anyone in vain, and was diligent and quick. So it was that everyone at the palace began to respect her and treat her with kindness, and no one ever found reason to reproach her.
The voices about the diligence and modesty of the girl who was helping the cellarman's wife quickly reached even the queen's ear. And she wanted to see it and know it. And when she prepared to appear before her, the girl knew well how to dress and speak to her: open-hearted, without deception, but without daring too much. So it was that the queen began to love her, and suspected that the girl could not be of modest origins. And so, where the queen went, the girl also went; when the queen started to embroider she also started to work the needle. The girl became the shadow of the queen, and that she loved her as if she were her daughter. The king also marveled at the great affection that his wife had for this girl. This king only had one son. He and the queen looked at him like a sun and loved him beyond measure. One day the king had to go to war, and took his son with him to get him used to the fight, but they brought him home wounded. The mother cried bitter tears and complained about the great pain. He spent his nights watching over him, and he was so tired that he couldn't even stand up anymore. Then he called the girl, as a trusted person, to take care of him. The girl's words, her caresses, her modesty and wisdom awakened a feeling in the heart of the sick person that she had never felt before. The son of the king began to love her because it seemed to him, when his hands touched his wounds, that the pain would ease.
One afternoon, when he was better now, he spoke to his mother and said, "You know, Mom, I'd like to take a wife. "All right, dear, all right. I'll find you a good girl, daughter of a king, good, high ranking and good at home. "I've already found her, Mama!" "And who is she? Do I know her?" "Don't be angry, Mom, when I tell you. It's your maid who stole my heart. I love her more than myself. Of all the king's daughters I've seen, I didn't like any of them like her. She bewitched my heart." After some uncertainty, the king and queen agreed to the wedding and prepared for the engagement of the son to the maid and set the wedding date. The prince's fiancée pleaded with the sovereigns to invite a certain king of his knowledge, who was none other than his father; but she was careful not to reveal to anyone that she was the king's daughter.
On the day of the wedding blessing all the guests arrived. In the evening a great lunch was prepared, with courses of all kinds, with a thousand drinks, with cakes and pies and many other good things, to lick your fingers when you ate them. The bride herself had told the cooks what to cook. But it was she, with her own hands, who cooked some of the food for one guest. Then she ordered a servant of her trust to bring to the table the food that she had cooked to the king who had been commensal, on pain of death. The maid did just as she had been ordered. After all the guests had sat around that table, they began to eat and have as much fun as I could.
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