Once apon a time, a king asked his three daughters how much they loved him. The first daughter said, "Father, I love you more than all the diamonds and jewels in the world." With this the king was pleased.
The second daughter said, "Father, I love you more than all the gold and silver in the world." With this the king was pleased.
And the third daughter, who was very bright and who's name was Ella, said, "Father, you are more to me than salt." The king was angered at this, and sent his daughter away. Before she left, she requested only three dresses of her mother; one made of jewels, one made of silver, and one made of gold.
As she was passing through a village, she heard a rumour that a foriegn prince, Prince Lazrivini (say laz-rive-eeny) was throwing a party that would last for three days. That night, Ella got her first dress of jewels out of the hollow tree she had put it to keep it safe. And she made her way to the first nights' party.
When Prince Lazrivini saw her, he was imediately awe-struck by her beauty, and they danced the night away. But, before Lazrivini could ask her name, she slipped back into the woods.
The next night, Ella went back to the hollow tree and this time retrieved her silver dress. She again set off for the second night party. And again, when Lazrivini saw her, he was awed by her beauty. They danced until midnight came, and then Ella slipped away.
The third night, Ella went back to the hollow tree and took out the golden dress. She set off for the last time to the party. When Lazrivini saw her, he did not recognise her and was again awed by her beauty. But when the night was almost over, Ella told Lazrivini who she was and where she came from. Lazrivini believed her, and they got engaged.
Two years after, Lazrivini and Ella held a banquet to which Ella's father was invited. When the cooks' were preparing the dinner, Ella told them not to put any salt in King Edmund's soup. When Ella's father (King Edmund) tasted the soup, he was disgusted, for it tasted terrible. When Ella came over to ask what was wrong, he told her that the soup was terrible, not noticing who she was. And she told him that it tasted like that because there was no salt in it. Suddenly he realised who she was, and apologised to her, because from that moment on, he understood the importance of salt.
....... Credits to my favourite storyteller, Patrick Rian. He came to our school twice in my time there and told us wonderful stories and legends, this being one of them. It is in fact the old English version of Cinderella!