The Cоurtеоuѕ Prinсе Audition
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the courteous prince A prince meets a strange ghost in an inn who asks him to do her a favor Once upon a time Ah, Bonnie Prince fell in love with a lassie who was nobly born but was not his equal in rank The king was sorely vexed because his son looked with favor on this maiden and his Majesty determined to part the lovers he sent the high chancellor of the court to an old witch for advice. After thinking the matter over for nine days, the old woman muttered the following answer. The Lassie will like Ciara way till curtsied off win the day. I'm not sure what the old hag means, said the King, But if she will get this maiden out of the princes site, I can arrange for his marriage with someone of his own rank. In a few days, the last see disappeared and the prince could find no trace of her. He was very sad indeed and declared If he could not marry his own true love, he would remain single all his life. It happened one fine day near the end of October that the young prince and a party of nobles went hunting. The hounds were soon on the track of a fine dear, which was so wildly and fleet of foot that the nobles, one by one, lost track of the quarry and dropped out of the chase. The young prince, who was a famous writer, continued the hunt alone, miles and miles over the low hills. He galloped until it lasted the depths of a wooded glen. The exhausted dear was brought to bay by the hounds and dispatched by the prince. Not until after the prize was won did the Royal Hunter realize how dusky it wasin the glen and how threatening the evening sky looked. He felt sure he was too far from the palace to retrace his journey. Besides, he had lost all trace of direction. He threw the quarry over his steeds back, whistled to his hounds and rode slowly down the wooded valley, wondering where he could lodge for the night. Little sign of hospitality. In this lonely place, he mused, Perhaps I'd better make the best of it and find shelter. And one of the rocky Hollows on he rode in the gathering doctors. A turn in the valley brought him to a stretch of Morland and a little distance away, he saw the dark outline of an old deserted hunting cheerless, looking in thought. The prince, no doubt one will have to play host a swell as guest here, however, I have my trusty hounds and noble steed for company, and the quarry will furnish a good meal for all of us. He leaped from his horse and walked up to the old ruin with very little effort. He broke open the door, the creaking of its rusty hinges made strange. Echoing throughout the hall, the prince led his horse into one of the small rooms. Then, with his hounds, he went into the large dining hall, where he lit a fire on the Great hearth and proceeded to cook some venison for supper. While he was waiting for the meat on the spit to roast, he listened to the rising wind, which moaned about the gloomy old ruin and rattled the doors and windows unceasingly. The good steed in the adjoining room palled the floor restlessly, and every few moments the hounds stretched their heads straight up into the air and wind in a most uncanny way. As he mused before the fire. The prince thought, This is all Halloween, the night when ghosts and witches hold their revels. Nevertheless, I'd rather be in this deserted hall than on the storm swept Moreland.