The Seventh New Tale

There once was a little old lady who lived in a large city, and one evening she sat alone in her room thinking about how she had lost her first husband, next her two children, then little by little all her relatives, and finally her last friend, who had died that very day.

Then she alone was queen and blew her horn until she died.

After she was buried, a rose grew on one side of her grave, and on the other, a lily. Finally nothing was left except an old castle in the forest.



1. Written in March 2020
2. Part of The New Brothers Grimm project
3. Assembled from Tale 208: The Little Old Lady; Tale 217: The Tablecloth, The Knapsack, The Cannon Hat, And The Horn; Tale 228: The Three Sisters


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