Cinderella Page #4

serve it and still sit with us.

Wouldn't you prefer to eat

when all the work is done, Ella?

Or should I say, "Cinderella"?

Cinderella.

Names have power, like magic spells.

And of a sudden, it seemed to her

that her stepmother and stepsisters

had indeed transformed her

into merely a creature of ash

and toil.

Run!

Quickly, my friend, or they'll catch you!

Go!

Easy!

Perhaps it was just as well

that Ella's stepsisters were cruel.

For had she not run to the forest,

she might never have met the prince.

Easy! Easy!

Easy, boy!

Come on, boy, slow down!

Miss!

Miss! Are you all right?

Hold on!

I'm all right, thank you!

That's fine.

- Are you all right?

- I'm all right,

but you've nearly frightened

the life out of him.

Who?

The stag.

What's he ever done to you

that you should chase him about?

I must confess

I've never met him before.

He is a friend of yours?

An acquaintance.

We met just now.

I looked into his eyes,

and he looked into mine,

and I just felt he had a great deal

left to do with his life.

That's all.

Miss, what do they call you?

Never mind what they call me.

You shouldn't be this deep

in the forest alone.

I'm not alone. I'm with you, Mister...

What do they call you?

You don't know who I am?

That is...

They call me Kit.

Well, my father does

when he's in a good mood.

And

where do you live, Mr. Kit?

At the palace.

My father's teaching me his trade.

You're an apprentice?

Of a sort.

That's very fine.

Do they treat you well?

Better than I deserve, most likely.

And you?

They treat me as well as they're able.

I'm sorry.

It's not your doing.

Nor yours either, I'll bet.

It's not so very bad.

Others have it worse, I'm sure.

We must

simply have courage

and be kind, mustn't we?

Yes.

You're right.

That's exactly how I feel.

Please don't let them hurt him.

But we're hunting, you see.

It's what's done.

Just because it's what's done

doesn't mean it's what should be done.

Right again.

Then,

you'll leave him alone, won't you?

I will.

Thank you very much, Mr. Kit.

There you are, Your High...

It's Kit! Kit!

Kit! I'm Kit. I'm on my way.

Well, we'd better get a move on,

Mr. Kit.

As I said.

On my way.

I hope to see you again, miss.

And I, you.

You sound as if you're the first fellow

ever to meet a pretty girl.

She wasn't a "pretty girl."

Well, she was a pretty girl,

but there was so much more to her.

How much more?

You've only met her once.

How could you know

anything about her?

You told me you knew right away

when you met Mother.

That's different.

Your mother was a princess.

You would have loved her anyway.

I would never have seen her,

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