In the lock was a rusty key.

When she turned it, the door flew open.

There, in a small room, sat an old woman with her spindle, spinning
flax.

"Good Morning," said the princess. "Do tell me what that funny thing is
that jumps about so."

And then she held out her hand to take the spindle.

It came about just as the fairy had foretold.

The princess pricked her finger with the spindle.

At once she fell upon a bed which was near, and lay in a deep sleep as
if dead.

This sleep came not only upon the princess, but spread over the whole
castle.

The king and queen, who had just come home, fell asleep, and all their
lords and ladies with them.

The horses went to sleep in the stable; the dogs in the yard; the doves
on the roof; the flies on the wall; yes, even the fire that burned in
the fireplace grew still and slept.