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Now the king had a daughter, who was just as beautiful as her

mother, and had the same golden hair. And when she was grown up,

the king looked at her and saw that she was just like this late

queen: then he said to his courtiers, 'May I not marry my

daughter? She is the very image of my dead wife: unless I have

her, I shall not find any bride upon the whole earth, and you say

there must be a queen.' When the courtiers heard this they were

shocked, and said, 'Heaven forbid that a father should marry his

daughter!