` What are you dreaming about , Prince ? ' ' I was dreaming of your father , who has planned my death . ' ` Fear nothing . You may sleep in peace , and to-morrow morning when you awake you will find the palace all ready . ' What she said , she did . The next morning when the prince left his room he saw before him a palace more beautiful than his fancy had ever pictured . Kostieï for his part could hardly believe his eyes , and pondered deeply how it had got there . ` Well , this time you have certainly won ; but you are not going to be let off so easily . To-morrow all my twelve daughters shall stand in a row before you , and if you can not tell me which of them is the youngest , off goes your head . ' ` What ! Not recognise the youngest princess ! ' said the Prince to himself , as he entered his room , ' a likely story ! ' ` It is such a difficult matter that you will never be able to do it without my help , ' replied the bee , who was buzzing about the ceiling . ` We are all so exactly alike , that even our father scarcely knows the difference between us . ' ` Then what must I do ? ' ` This . The youngest is she who will have a ladybird on her eyelid . Be very careful . Now good-bye . ' Next morning King Kostieï again sent for the prince .
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