| The dust from her galloping mair spread throughout the land of (What's it called again?), leaving it as a sculpture, men and women poised in mid strike, throttle or tumble, lances suspended in mid air, and though their eyes burned with rage it could not lift the curse caused by their disobedience. Years afterwards a prince, while taking his morning ride, strayed from his team and journeyed a fortnight finding himself face to face with this splended sight. Once a Prisoner of war himself, he removed a piece of parchment, quill and ink from his wastecoat and wrote a letter to his father, which he tied loosely around the neck of a raven. All the kings horses and all the kings men transfered the beautiful art work to a newly constructed garden to fit its massive size.. The prince's sister went to see the new addition to the kingdom and fell in love with a particularly handsome knite frozen in combat. She sighed deeply as she drew nearer. Suddenly the queen, her mother stepped between her and the object of her love, and forebad her to never touch it. The princess went to her bed and weaped. Night after night this same occurred. Noticing how upset his sister was the past couple days, the prince asked her if there was anything he might do to help. The princess, a little ashamed, told him she had fallen in love with the handsome knight and only wish to hold him in her arms just once but could not for her mother's warning. The prince, who had also experienced his mother's unexplained strictness, saw no harm in allowing his sister to fulfill her wishes. That night, he ordered the survants to mix a strong sleeping potion into the queens wine. she took one swallow, the glass fell from her hand as she fell into a deep sleep. The princess excitedly raced to the garden where her knight waited. Throwing her arms around him, she professed her love, and kissed his lips. Suddenly, an awful blood curdling scream was heard throughout the palace.