Turandot, Puccini’s opera, told by stylised illustrations in a book <br />the heart of an Ice Princess frozen by the Moon Goddess, three <br />riddles posed to every Prince who wished to be her suitor on pain <br />of death if he could not get the answers right, beheaded by <br />imperial gesture of the shimmering beauty <br /> <br />Another Prince intrigued by the Princess, the first riddle: Every <br />night it soars anew, every day it dies - Hope, he replied; Illusion <br />said the Princess cold - the second riddle: Dream and the flame <br />flares anew - It is my blood that burns within with love for you, <br />answered the Prince - the third riddle: What is ice <br /> <br />that gives you fire - You cast a hundred spells - he sighed, The <br />answer is Turandot; he won the challenge, but would not marry <br />her against her will, set her one riddle - Say my name, made <br />her a gift of it to doom them both if she named him, then she <br />declared LOVE to be the stranger’s name <br /> <br />Chose to marry the strange Prince who by being brave and <br />generous won her respect; she despised all others but <br />feared him, cried her first tears - Conquer you or be <br />conquered – an enchanting Persian tale from A <br />Thousand and One Nights<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hundred-spells/
