THE PRINCESS ON THE GLASS HILL Once on a time there was a man who had a meadow, which lay high up on the hill-side, and in the meadow was a barn, which he had built to keep his hay in. Now, I must tell you, there hadn’t been much in the barn for the last year or two, for every St. John’s night, when the … Continue reading [East of the Sun and West of the Moon, old tales from the North] THE PRINCESS ON THE GLASS HILL