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The Once Upon a Time When the Princess(tm) series


The Princess in Mouse-Wool

Once upon a time there was a king who dearly loved his little daughter, who was his only child, and heir to her dead mother's throne. Then came a terrible war, and the kingdom was overrun with cruel enemies, so he carried his little girl down into the secret treasure vaults below the castle.

"You will be safe here," he told her. "I will leave you enough food and drink, and fairytales to read, for seven years. After that time, if I have not come to fetch you, you must think that I am dead, and come up by yourself, very cautiously, ready to take your chances in a strange new world. But on no account come out before the seven years."

So he kissed her goodbye, and went out, and the princess, whose name was Isabella, locked the door after him. For six years and six days, without any company but the little mice she fed crumbs to, she obeyed his order, keeping quiet and amusing herself by reading and by looking through the treasure chests and dressing up in all the beautiful gowns and bracelets and necklaces and tiaras she found there.

Then in the seventh year there came a great long rain and the ceiling began to leak. The princess packed all the books and dresses and other beautiful things back into the treasure chests to keep them dry. Then she sat down among the water-drips and began to cry.

After a few minutes a little squeaky voice said, "What is the matter, my Princess?"

"What? Who's there?"

"It is I," said a little Mouse, coming out. "I am King of the Mice here. You have been kind to us, now perhaps you will allow us to aid you in your sorrow."

The Princess smiled. "I thank you for the offer, though I doubt that you can stop the rain. But have you any news of my father, and the war?"

"That we have not," said the King of the Mice. "Little we know of the world above. But still we can help with a gift." So all the mice cut a few of their softest hairs, and took also some of the milkweed pod silk with which they lined their nests, and with their sharp teeth and clever claws, quickly formed hair and silk into a warm and generous hooded cloak for Isabella , which was so finely woven that no drop of rain could wet it, although it was quite ugly to look at, being all mottled gray.

Isabella put on the cloak, which shaped itself to fit her, and at once was quite warm and dry. She thanked the mice courteously, and they went away, saying, "When it is time to come out, call upon us."

Isabella waited till the seven years were up to the very day (for she had kept count all along by marks on the wall), then opened the chests again and put on her favorite shiny gold-embroidered gown and jewelry, and called, "Good King of the Mice, it is time for me to leave now."

The King of the Mice came out at once, bringing all his nobles.

"Do I look all right?" asked Isabella , turning round and round to show all sides of her gown. "Does my slip show or anything?"

The Mice all squeaked politely. "You look splendid," said one little Mouse Lady. "Oh, I do wish I could go with you to see the bright world above."

"Why not?" said the Princess. "Climb in my pocket."

Then all the other mice wanted to come too. So they added four-and-twenty new pockets to the mouse-wool cloak and climbed in, and Isabella put the cloak on over her shiny dress. Then, with her father's great golden key, Isabella unlocked the door and stepped out into the dark muddy corridor. But the stairway leading to the castle had collapsed, so she had to wander through long muddy tunnels, till finally she made her way through the side of a mountain into the woods, just as the clouds were clearing and the sun was coming out.

Of course all the mice had to come out of the pockets and run around, and Isabella too wanted nothing but to wander and wander in the beatuiful sunny woods eating fresh fruits and strawberries. Around nightfall they came to a neat little cottage, and the mice hid in her pockets again while Isabella knocked and asked for shelter and news of her father.

"Good King Otto?" said the old cottage woman. "Died in the war long ago, rest his soul. 'Tis all strangers in the castle now. Belike they are all right, but you never can tell with foreigners...." So next morning when Isabella set off for the castle, she fastened the cloak tightly so that none of her finery could show, and carefully kept in mind her father's warning.

At the castle she found the garden full of strange foreign trees, the moat fragrant with blooming lotuses, and all in preparation for a royal wedding and coronation. "The Princess Ophelia has come of age," they told her, "and is about to be married to a grand prince, and to accept the crown of our country."

"The Princess who?"

"Ophelia, of a Moorish family. She is a distant cousin of our own dear Princess Isabella, who died in the war along with her father. The Vizier arranged it all."

So Princess Isabella went to the chamber of the Vizier. He let her in reluctantly, but as soon as she took off the mouse-wool cloak and showed her golden dress, he bowed. "I am afraid I do not have the honour of your acquaintance, noble lady."

"Please prepare yourself for a shock," said Isabella, and told him her story, and showed him her mother's ring and her father's key to prove it.

"Treason! You're an imposter!" shouted the Vizier, grabbing for the tokens.

"No, I'm not!" Isabella shouted back, running for the door. "I AM the true princess! I'll prove it to everyone! Guards! Guards!"

"No, you won't!" Taking an evil-looking magic wand from his pocket, the Vizier threw a curse on her! Green lightning encircled Isabella, spinning round and round, forming a great cone all around her. Then he locked the door and put the key in his pocket.

Isabella kept shouting for the guards, but no sound came out of her mouth. The cone vanished.

"That," said the Vizier with an evil grin, "was my best Cone of Silence spell. Now you cannot speak about this ridiculous unfounded claim of yours to anyone: except of course, Me. So now tell me, just who else knows about you, and what other proof is there--?"

Isabella kicked the Vizier where it would do the most good, grabbed up the mouse-wool cloak (hoping all the mice were safely inside it) and scrambled out the window. Below was a sheer drop to the moat, seven stories down. Above was the castle roof, decorated with gargoyles. Isabella grasped a gargoyle's tail and started to climb upwards.

The Vizier leaned out and grabbed her ankle. Isabella kicked but couldn't get loose. "Mice, can you help?" she cried.

With a chorus of gallant war-squeaks, the mice all jumped down toward the Vizier, taking the cloak with them. It spread out like a parachute and settled over his head. The Vizier turned loose of Isabella and staggered back into the room.

The mice scattered in all directions, easily climbing up the rough wall after her. Isabella crawled onto the roof of the castle just as the gargoyle's tail broke off. She was safe for the moment, but what next? As soon as the Vizier got untangled, he would start a search for her--

Wildly Isabella looked around the roof. Something big and golden at the far end ... closer was nothing but an abandoned dovecote with some sacks of birdseed in onecorner.

Then she had an idea. She found a sack of birdseed about as big as she was, dragged it over, and balanced it on top of the parapet. If she was lucky, she might get the Vizier himself. If not, at least it might stop him looking for her....

Soon the Vizier leaned out of the window, looking down at the moat. Isabella pushed the sack over the parapet.

The falling sack only grazed the Vizier's head, but he ducked back. The sack fell into the water with a big splash.

The Vizier looked out again. "Serves her right, I hope she drowns there!" He watched the water for a few minutes, then with an evil laugh he closed the window.

Her idea had worked! The Vizier thought she had fallen in the moat and drowned, so he wouldn't bother searching. Now she and the mice could have some time to plan.

Feeling safe for the moment, Isabella explored the roof, which was empty except for the old dovecote and, at the far end, the big golden thing, which was now glowing in the light of the setting sun. This, she found, was a beautiful summerhouse gazebo, all new and shining, made of white lattice and roofed with gold leaf, all in the splendid fashion of the Moorish desert-dwellers. Inside were tapestries of gold and silver threads, and window-seats piled with satin cushions, and a writing desk, and a yellow oak cabinet filled with fairy tales, and a cabinet filled with jars of crystallized violet leaves, dandelion cordial, and suchlike food and drink. So they all ate and drank their fill, and then Isabella hung her gold embroidered dress up on the filligree work and went to bed among the cushions.

In the middle of the night the mice woke and began talking. "It is too bad," they said, "that our princess now has nothing to wear but that ugly golden dress. Let us fetch her nice mouse-wool cloak."

So the mice all went down to the Vizier's room for the cloak. But there they found a cage-trap which the Vizier had set (for he dabbled in sorcery and trapped mice for his experiments), baited with a magical cheese. When they smelled this, the mice forgot everything and rushed into the cage, all except one little lame mouse who lagged behind.

Immediately the door of the cage closed! They were trapped!

The little mouse tried and tried to open the trap, but it had locked itself tight; so there was nothing for him to do except to make his way back to the roof and tell Isabella.

Isabella was horrified. "We must rescue them!" So she quickly took her yellow silk chemise and darkened it with blackberry cordial, then put it on and climbed back down and in the Vizier's window. On his floor was her cloak, so she put it on too.

While the Vizier snored, she and the mouse the looked and looked, but the cage was nowhere to be found. Finally they heard a tiny squeak from a heavy locked cupboard. "Are you all right?" Isabella whispered through the keyhole.

"Yes," the mice said. "The Vizier has fed us very good cheese. But he wants to use us for some special spell on the wedding day. Please get us out before then!"

Just then the Vizier stirred in his sleep and muttered, "What's that awful smell of blackberries? Guards, guards...."

So Isabella quickly put the little mouse in her pocket and climbed back to the safety of the gazebo. "At least," she said, "they are safe until the wedding day! Perhaps this new Princess Ophelia can be of help."

Next morning, Isabella's chemise still smelled strongly of blackberry cordial. So she put on the gold dress again, buttoning the mouse-wool cloak tightly to hide it, and went down by the kitchen stairs and knocked on Princess Ophelia's door. The Princess herself opened it: a pretty foreign girl of about Isabella's age, with golden brown skin, coal black hair, and great sad dark eyes.

"May I be your lady's maid?" Isabella said politely. "I know how to curl hair and write sonnets and mend stockings."

"But can you mend a broken heart?" Ophelia murmured. "Oh, never mind. Of course I can use another maid, if you're in need of a job," she added kindly.

Isabella served Princess Ophelia so well that she soon became chief of her maids. Only one part of the princess' splendid apartment was forbidden to her: an inner chamber in which hung a purple velvet curtain.

So of course, as soon as she had the chance, Isabella snuck in to see what was behind it.

Carefully she drew the curtain ... then stood spellbound. Behind it was a portrait of the best friend of her early childhood! -- Prince Friedrich. Memories came flooding back, of the happy time when she was very young, before the war began. She and Friedrich had been raised together by the same governess (as by royal treaty they were to be married when they came of age, and combine their kingdoms) and had loved each other dearly from the first.

So this was the grand prince whom Princess Ophelia was to marry! Tears sprang to Isabella's eyes ... but just then, she heard footsteps approaching. Quickly Isabella closed the curtain and hid behind a tapestry.

Princess Ophelia came in sighing, opened the curtain, gazed on the portrait a few moments, and fell to weeping, so loudly that Isabella was able to tiptoe out from the tapestry and pretend to come in by the door. "What is the matter, Princess?" she said. "Have you had bad news of the Prince?"

"What! I said no one was to come in here!"

"Er, but you were crying. What is wrong?"

Princess Ophelia sighed. "I'm sorry I was cross. I am all alone here, far from my warm sunny desert, and must marry this strange pale Prince."

"Why are you here alone?"

"My family dare not travel into the gloomy lands of you Western Barbarians. Your water is very unsafe to drink, and there is so much of it! It even falls from the sky!"

"Er--why are you here at all?"

"The Vizier forced my family ... I never understood it all. ... How I wish Princess Isabella had not died!"

"I am -- I --" Isabella tried to tell her the truth, but no sound came out; the Vizier's curse was too strong. "Perhaps I could help you," she finally managed.

"You?" smiled the Princess. "What could a little maid like you possibly do for me?"

Isabella searched for words the curse would allow her to say. "Um -- I have some friends who are smaller yet. Perhaps together we could think of something." And she told her about the mice in the Vizier's trap.

"That's awful!" said Princess Ophelia. "Of course I'll let them out, help or no help!"

So they made a plan, and that very evening Princess Ophelia paid a call on the Vizier, accompanied by her new maid, both wearing heavy veils. While Ophelia kept the Vizier in conversation, the little mouse (in Isabella's pocket) squeaked to the other mice, who all set up a great screaming of squeaking.

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Ophelia, "some animal is in trouble!" And she and Isabella set about looking all over, opening cubpoards and pulling curtains and overturning furniture.

"Stop this at once!" the Vizier protested, but they pretended not to hear him.

The mice squeaked louder and louder, till finally Isabella found a key which opened the heavy cupboard. There were the mice safe and sound in their cage! Above them sat a bottle full of golden sparkling dust, and a tiny cone of wire which looked like a miniature of the Cone of Silence which the Vizier had cast on her.

Quickly Isabella opened the cage and the mice all jumped out. Isabella reached for the cone.

Ophelia joined her and reached for the bottle. "That was mine! It is magic carpet dust from the palace of my father.... Thief! Thief! Guards!"

The Vizier loomed over them and grabbed the cone and the bottle. "SILENCE!" he commanded.

At once the cone grew so big that both girls were trapped inside it. Then it vanished. Ophelia kept trying to shout, but could no longer make a sound.

The mice attacked the Vizier, running up his pant legs. He screamed and started jumping up and down. More mice lowered the curtains and put out the lights.

Knock knock knock.

Everyone froze.

"Everyone all right in there?" It was the calm voice of the head Guard.

The Vizier waved his hand and muttered a spell. Immediatelly the lights came on and the room came back in order. He opened the door and spoke coldly to the Guard. "Of course everything is all right. Are you imagining things?"

Isabella and Ophelia both tried as hard as they could to tell the truth, but no sound would come out. Finally Ophelia managed to say: "We were just leaving. Thank you, Guard." The two of them walked out calmly, as the Guard bowed and held the door for them. The Vizier could only watch, choked by anger.

Silently the girls walked back to the Princess' suite, locked the door behind them, then collapsed on the carpet gasping at each other. "Couldn't talk...." ... "Couldn't tell..." ... "Wait a minute, how come we can talk to each other now?"

Isabella again tried telling the truth: "I am Princess Isabella." This time he words came out quite easily.

"How do you do?" said Ophelia. "I am very glad to meet you. You look just like your portraits."

"Thank you," said Isabella. "I couldn't tell you before because of the Vizier's spell. Now you try to tell me something."

"The Vizier has stolen my bottle of magic dust. All our royal family carry one, in case we have to travel in a hurry. Doubtless he intends it for some villany." She looked horrified. "Perhaps to send assassins into my father's palace! If only I could have gotten it back!"

Isabella held her head and tried to think of one thing at a time. "We can't tell these matters to others, but can to each other. I suppose it's because we were together in the Cone of Silence."

"I suppose so," said Ophelia. "Now, what shall we do? If we try to change the wedding and coronation," she went on, "the Vizier and his friend the Head Chamberlin might use the excuse to declare martial law, and take over this whole country--"

Isabella grimaced.

"--So," grinned Ophelia. "maybe you should disguise yourself as me and go through with the wedding!"

Isabella thought about it. "It seems dishonorable. But I could always release the Prince from the marriage later."

"Better you than me!"

So when it came time for the wedding, after Ophelia was dressed in her splendid wedding gown, and Isabella in an equally splendid dress as Maid of Honor, they sent all the other maids away, and hastily disrobed. Using some Lotion of Tanning from Ophelia's luggage they turned Isabella's skin brown, and they used henna and charcoal to darken her hair. Then Isabella put on the wedding gown (very carefully, without smearing any black or brown on it). Ophelia bound her own hair tightly under a wimple, powdered her face, and put on the maid-of-honor dress (which, luckily, had long sleeves).

Just as they had finshed changing, they heard the Vizier's voice in the hall: "Quickly -- use your skeleton key."

Just in time, the girls jumped into the big four-poster bed and hid behind its yellow silk curtains. They were both wearing so many petticoats that it was difficult getting both skirts into the bed at once, but they managed.

The door opened, and in walked another bride in a wedding dress: another double of Ophelia!

Isabella and Ophelia stared at each other. "But we're both right here!" ..."Who is that!?"

The third bride walked stiffly into the room, followed by the Vizier and the palace head Chamberlin. Staring through the silken curtains, the girls saw that the bride had a mean expression and greenish skin, and obeyed the Vizier like an automaton.

"Our plan," the Vizier said to the Chamberlin, "will be even better this way. As soon as the Prince is married to this False Bride, we can control his kingdom, and after she is crowned at the Coronation, it will be easy to dispose of the real Princesses!"

Isabella and Ophelia shared a look of dismay.

The two men began opening drawers and wardrobes and throwing Ophelia's dresses all over the room, searching for something. Then the Vizier looked at his pocket watch and said to the Chamberlin: "There is no time left. You must take the False Bride to the wedding. I will continue searching here. I must have that magic bottle!" The Chamberlin bowed and left, guiding the False Bride before him.

This was news to the girls "He doesn't have it either?" ... "Then where--?"


The door had opened just a crack. The mice were standing there, carrying the magic bottle. When they saw the Vizier rummaging about the room, they hastily retreated.

Isabella waved at them and held a finger to her lips. The mice nodded silently.

Ophelia motioned them to bring the bottle to the bed. So they did, rolling it through shadows along the floor. The Vizier, as he searched the room, began rehearsing a speech about all the changes he wanted to make in the kingdom. Each time his head was turned, the mice rolled the bottle to the next shadow.

There was one bad moment when the bottle got under the Vizier's feet, but he was so busy with his speech about public works that he just balanced himself on it like a log-roller, then stepped off gracefully, without missing a word.

The mice retrieved the bottle, and with two more dashes they got it under the bed.

Ophelia reached under the back of the bed and got the bottle, and opened it. Sparkling golden dust flew out and covered the bed, posts and curtains and all! It lit up the whole room with golden light.

"How the h---!" cursed the Vizier, reaching for his wand.

"Fly, bed, fly!" cried Ophelia.

The bed flew up in the air, posts and curtains and all, and headed for the big double windows. The mice scurried and got them open just in time.

The bed flew out the windows and swooped high above the town, with its yellow curtains flapping. "Now what?" laughed Ophelia.

"To the church!" cried Isabella. "We have to stop this wedding!"

The wedding was being held on the church lawn, under a special dome of many-colored glass which the Vizier had ordered, so that no one could see the true colors of the False Bride. She was waiting at the altar, the Wedding March was playing, and the Prince was marching down the aisle, lagging a bit as he got to see how mean she looked.

The elderly Priest, who was very short-sighted, proceeded with the ceremony: "Has anyone any reason why this couple should not be joined--?"


The bed flew through the dome, and a million many-colored shards flew everywhere. The bed landed squarely on top of the False Bride and crushed her to dust. Only her feet stuck out the side, with white lace wedding shoes still on.

"Yes!" shouted Isabella. "I have!"

"Wha wha wha have what?" stuttered the old priest, looking bewildered.

"A reason!"

"Wha wha what is it?"

"Because I'm -- I'm--" She tried to tell the truth, but the curse stopped her words.

"Yeh yeh yes, Princess Ophelia, you are what--?"

Isabella looked down at her hands. She was still disguised as the dark-skinned Ophelia. In the front pew, the evil Chamberlin was standing in shock, gaping at them. "I'm, er--"

"Stay in disguise," whispered Ophelia. "Go through with our plan."

Isabella took a deep breath. "--the real Princess Ophelia," she said. "This False Bride was a sorcerous imposter. Just look at her feet."

Everyone looked. Sure enough, the False Bride's feet were shrivelling into evil orange smoke.

The old priest put on his glasses and blinked at Isabella. "Very well, Your Highness. What is your command?"

Isabella looked to the Prince. Behind him she could see the Chamberlin still gaping.

With a look somewhat of relief, and somewhat of noble resolve, Prince Friedrich said, "I have come to marry the true Princess. Shall we proceed?"

"Proceed," Isabella said to the Priest.

So the Priest married them. The Prince put his wedding ring on Isabella's finger. When he took her in his arms to kiss her, it felt so much like old times that she could scarcely keep from bursting into happy tears. But Chamberlin was still watching; it would not do to disrupt the ceremony now. She must wait for privacy to try to tell Prince the truth somehow.

So their kiss was formal; and then the room was full of celebration and music, and the procession carried them jubilantly back to the palace. "At least," Isabella whisepred to Ophelia, "the Prince was saved from marrying the False Bride. And later I can change the law and release him if he wishes. Now his honor is safe!"

"And so is mine!" Ophelia whispered back.

"But what can we do now?" said Isabella. "My disguise fooled the old priest, but it will never fool the guests at the ball. If the Vizier finds out--"

"Let us switch roles again in my chambers," said Ophelia. "I can play the bride at the ball and even at the coronation if necessary. Once I have full powers, I can throw the Vizier in a dungeon, and then we can find some good witch to un-silence us and reveal it all!"

So back at the Princess' suite, Isabaella and Ophelia hastily dismissed all the other maids. Isabella washed off the Lotion of Tanning and put her maid's dress and mouse-wool cloak back on (which were much more comfortable!). Ophelia put on the wedding dress and tiara. But the wedding ring would not come off of Isabella's finger.

"Princess, please hurry," said the Ladies, knocking at the door. "The ball is beginning!"

"I must go," said Ophelia. "We can worry about the ring later."

So Ophelia swept down the grand circular staircase with the Ladies in attendance, and Isabella crept down the narrow back stairs to the kitchen, where she disguised herself as a kitchen-maid, in case the Vizier came looking for her.

All went well for the first few dances. Prince Friedrich, who was no fool, was looking closely at Ophelia, but saying nothing as yet. Then the Chamberlin cut in. "An extraordinary event," he said, swirling her about and stepping on her feet. "But I must just make sure All is in Order--" Then he noticed her bare hand.

The Chamberlin stopped Ophelia right in the middle of the dance floor. The other guests had to dance around them. "But Where is the Ring?" he demanded.

"Er, oh dear..."

"Doubtless," said Prince Friedrich, cutting in again, "she has left it in her chambers. We shall go and look for it." Escorting Ophelia gallantly up the staircase, he whispered, "What is going on here? Can't you tell me?"

Ophelia could only shake her head dumbly.

Isabella, who had seen from the kitchen door that something was wrong, hurried up the back stairs and into the princess' apartment just before the Prince and Ophelia reached there, with the Chamberlin close behind them. "We will All Wait here," said the Chamberlin, "till you Produce the Ring." Other guests began crowding round curiously and asking "Where is the ring, where is the ring?"

Ophelia slipped inside and closed the door behind her. "Oh, thank goodness you are here," she said, hugging Isabella. "What shall we do?"

They pulled and pulled but the ring would not come off. Isabella thought a minute. "We have to stop the gossip... You speak and tell them to go away so you can rest. I will just stick my hand out the door so they can see the ring."

So Isabella opened the door just a crack, and stuck her hand out. At the same time Ophelia called out: "I have found the ring, it is safe. Now please, everyone go away so I can rest!"

The Prince bent to kiss the hand that wore the ring. "If you cannot speak--" he whispered. Then he saw the kitchen soot on Isabella's hand. "Are you all right?"

The door opened wider, their eyes met, and on the Prince's face came a look of shocked, disbelieveing hope and wonder. As if entranced, he grasped Isabella's hand and pulled her into the hall, plain for all to see in her mouse-wool cloak and drab kitchen rags, with tangled hair still streaked with charcoal, her face bare except for kitchen grease and ashes.

The guests all gasped and stepped back in horror.

"Treason, treason!" shouted Chamberlin. "I declare this kingdom under Martial Law, with Me as the Marshall, while we have a full Inquiry to find the True Bride, which well may take years and years...."

But the Prince was staring at Isabella's face without the disguise. "By the Goddess, this is my true bride!" he shouted. "She is my own dear Princess Isabella to whom I have been bethrothed all our lives! By what villany has she been silenced and bedraggled in kitchen rags?"

The Chamberlin began to sneak away.

Ophelia could not explain, but she could throw. She threw a water jug at the Chamberlin.

Isabella could not explain, but found she could command. "Guards, seize that Chamberlin!" she commanded.

The Chamberlin ran. The Prince and the Guards gave chase. The mice ran ahead and tripped him up. He sat down hard, and the Guards seized and bound him hand and foot. "I was just following orders," he whined. "It was all the Vizier's idea!"

"Aha!" shouted the Prince. "Guards, seize the Vizier!" They all ran to the Vizier's chambers, and found him hastily packing his suitcase. The Guards seized and bound him also.

"Now, your highness, can you tell us what happened?" the Head Guard asked Isabella.

"I -- I -- I -- Is there a good witch in the house?" Isabella cried.

A kindly-faced lady came forward. "What is it, your majesty? Are you under a curse? Of silence?" When Isabella nodded, the witch recited a short spell, and Isabella and Ophelia at once found themselves back to normal. But Isabella still didn't feel like talking, because she was so busy kissing the Prince.

The Coronation was held with great rejoicing and a month-long holiday of the whole kingdom to celebrate Isabella's return. Isabella sent Ophelia home with a dozen ships full of gifts, and Ophelia filled them up again with even richer presents and sent them back, and they all promised to visit each other's palaces for months every year. And so they all lived happily ever after, and ruled all their kingdoms in peace and harmony from then on.

The End

Plot motifs from a Scandinavian story, but events mostly mine. --RL


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