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he next day Steven came to the royal city. He had not gone far when he came upon an alchemist peddling elixirs. “Where are you off to in such a hurry my lad?” the alchemist asked.
“I am going to the palace, to win the princess’ hand with this painting.”
The alchemist laughed, “Foolish boy, the princess has dozens of artists under her command, all of whom create wonderful paintings to cover her walls. This one you have is nothing special.”
Steven was distraught. “I cannot win!” he agonized.
“Ah, but you can,” said the alchemist with a sly smile. “I have a truly precious gift that will guarantee success: a magic potion that will make the princess fall madly in love with you!”
Steven scowled at the alchemist. “I will not have it; that would be dishonest, even if it did work. I do not wish to win by trickery!” And Steven quickly fled from the alchemist.