A Story of a Princess,
And A Very Tall Spire
Written by Stuart B Baum
(Her reluctant Prince)
A long time ago, in a land
not too far away, lived a Sultan named Boodacheck the Third
and a Princess named Mahleeba. They lived in a palace, just
like every other Sultan and Princess, but their palace was very
different than any other palace you might have seen. It had
four spires, each one taller than the one before. The first
spire was as tall as the tallest tree in the world. The second
spire was twice as tall as the first. The third spire was twice
as tall as the second. And the fourth spire was so tall that
you could not see the top of it. No one in the entire land knew
how tall the spire was. In fact, the palace was so old, no one
in the land could even remember when it was built or who had
Sultan Boodacheck had everything that life had to offer.
He had so many elephants that he could ride a different one
every day for the rest of his life. He had so many servants
that he needed ten of the kingdom's best mathematicians just
to keep track of how many servants he had. Of everything else,
he had even more. But, there was one thing he did not have and
that was a son. Which means that the land Boodacheck ruled,
called Agloompa Land, had no Prince. The Sultan, like all fathers,
believed that Princess Mahleeba, his daughter, was the smartest,
most beautiful, most eloquent, most athletic girl in the entire
world. In short, he thought that she was the best girl that
had ever been born or ever would be born.
Since it was almost time for his daughter to be married,
he wanted her to marry the best man in the world. There was
one other thing that the Sultan wanted. He wanted to know just
how far up his tallest spire went and what was at the top.
Sultan Boodacheck issued a proclamation throughout Agloompa
Land, asking the "best" men in the world to come to his palace
and try for the hand of his daughter. He declared that they
must be exceptionally bright, stunningly handsome, and, even
more importantly, amazingly strong. All of these men would compete
against each other in contests of intelligence, beauty and strength.
The man who came out the winner would then be allowed to climb
to the top of the spire. Should he make it to the top and find
out what was there, he could marry Princess Mahleeba and become
Prince of Agloompa Land.
On the day of the challenge there were smart, handsome, and
strong men as far as the eye could see. The competition was
fierce. It lasted all day long and looked as if it would go
on throughout the night. But just at the end of the day . .
. there was a winner: Garagalon of Gant. He was as smart as
a fox, as beautiful as a cat, and as strong as an elephant.
He went to the Sultan and asked for Princess Mahleeba's hand
"Not so fast," said Sultan Boodacheck the Third. "There is
one more challenge you must take."
"Ask me anything," declared Garagalon of Gant. "I am smart
enough, lovely enough, and strong enough to succeed at everything
The Sultan scratched his small, bristly beard and mused,
"We shall see. I want you to climb my tallest spire and tell
me what is at the top.
"Consider it climbed, my Sultan," said Garagalon of Gant.
"I am smart enough, lovely enough, and strong enough to overcome
"But to make sure that you make it to the top, you must carry
my daughter the entire way. She will tell me whether you succeeded
"It shall be done," said Garagalon of Gant. "I am smart enough,
lovely enough, and --."
The Sultan cut him off. "You might want to conserve your
strength, Garagalon," said the Sultan. "It is a long
Garagalon entered the palace. He was, everyone in the palace
admitted, the strongest, smartest and most beautiful man they
had ever seen before.
"All the way to the top," reminded Sultan Boodacheck.
Garagalon of Gant picked up Princess Mahleeba and started
quickly up the stairs. The Sultan listened to Garagalon's footsteps
as they went higher and higher up the spire, His footsteps got
softer and softer and softer
and softer and
until they could not be heard at all.
An hour passed. Then two. Then two more. Everyone listened
very closely, but they heard no footsteps. Two more hours passed.
Then four more. The Sun went down. It came up again.
"Surely they must be at the top by now, " said the Sultan
to his advisor. Just then, they heard footsteps coming down
the spire. The footsteps got louder and louder and
louder and louder
until, finally, at the bottom of the stairs appeared Garagalon
of Gant and Princess Mahleeba. Both were sad.
Garagalon spoke first, "I have failed, my Sultan. It is too
far up for even me. I counted stairs until I could count no
more. I walked until I could walk no more. I was smart enough
and beautiful enough, but I was not strong enough to climb all
those stairs. I return your princess and leave your palace."
Garagalon looked so sad that no one said a word.
* * *
The next year,
the Sultan held the contest again. Many men came, but not as
many as the year before. The most beautiful, strongest, and
smartest of them was presented to the Sultan. His name was Hant
of Haragalon. He was very eager and spoke very quickly.
"I-have-come-to-marry-Princess-Mahleeba," announced Hant.
"But first you must climb to--," the Sultan began.
"to-the-top-of-the-tallest-spire," finished Hant
of Haragalon quickly.
"And you must carry-- " the Sultan started again.
"Princess-Mahleeba-with-me," finished Hant of Haragalon.
year. I-will-not-fail." And with that, he quickly picked
up Princess Mahleeba, ran into the castle and started up the
Up, up, up he went until his footsteps could no longer be
heard by anyone at the bottom. One day passed. Then two. Then
three. Then an entire week. And finally, Hant of Haragalon and
Princess Mahleeba appeared once again at the bottom.
"What did you see?" Sultan Boodacheck asked quickly.
"Stairs, " said Hant of Haragalon very slowly. "Stairs,
stairs, and more stairs. That spire does not have a top. Those
stairs are endless." Hant of Haragalon put the Princess
down and left the palace sadly, and very, very slowly.
* * *
The next year,
the same contest was held, but even fewer men came. All through
the land the brave and beautiful men had heard about Garagalon
of Gant's and Hant of Haragalon's failures. Yet one of the men
who came was smarter, more handsome and stronger than both Garagalon
and Hant combined. His name was Moorick the Gazelle-footed.
He easily won the contest and wasted no time with the Sultan.
He picked up Princess Mahleeba, ran into the castle, and quick
as a, uhm, a, uhm, a, well . . . . as a gazelle he
started up the stairs. Faster than the swiftest horse he ran.
Faster than the fastest bird, he climbed upwards. Before anyone
could even think to listen for his footsteps, he was too far
up the spire to be heard.
"If he cannot do it," declared Sultan Boodacheck, "I fear
no one can."
A day went by. Then a week. Then a month. Then Spring turned
into Summer and Summer into Fall and finally, after many people
had forgotten all about Moorick the Gazelle-footed and Princess
Mahleeba, they returned to the bottom of the spire. But, Moorick,
too, had failed.
"My Sultan," Moorick said between gasps for breath. "Your
spire must go all the way to the top of the sky. I climbed as
many stairs as there are stars and still I did not reach the
top. It is unreachable." With that, Moorick the Gazelle-footed
left the palace.
"I shall never know what is at the top of my spire,"
sighed the Sultan.
"I shall never be married," sighed Princess Mahleeba.
* * *
The next year, only one person
showed up for the contest. He could hardly be called a man,
since he was only fifteen years old, the same age as Princess
Mahleeba. His name was Pastafazool, the rug merchant's youngest
son. He was not as strong as Garagalon, Hant or Moorick. He
was too young to be called handsome, though Princess Mahleeba
did think he was cute. As for how smart he was...that
we shall soon see.
Pastafazool was dressed very simply in light brown pants
and a light brown shirt. He was wearing a small, light brown
sack upon his back.
Pastafazool presented himself to the Sultan. "Since I am
the only person in the contest," he said, "I must be the best.
Therefore," continued Pastafazool, "I ask for Princess Mahleeba's
hand in marriage."
"The rules state that you must also climb to the top of my
tallest spire," said Sultan Boodacheck.
"Carrying your daughter with me," added Pastafazool proudly.
"But you are just a boy!" declared the Sultan. "How can you
climb to the top of the spire when strong, grown men like Garagalon,
Hant and Moorick cannot?"
"The rules state, my Sultan, that I can try," said Pastafazool.
The Sultan consulted his wise men. They read the rules very
closely and saw that the rules stated very clearly that whosoever
won the contest could try to climb the spire stairs. Therefore,
the Sultan had to let Pastafazool try.
"You may try," said the very discouraged Sultan. Princess
Mahleeba, however, was not so discouraged. There was something
about Pastafazool that gave her hope. And, anyway, she did think
he was cute.
"Well," said the Sultan, "if you plan to try, go ahead. Don't
stand there all day."
Pastafazool slowly lifted up Princess Mahleeba. She was not
heavy, but he could barely carry her. He struggled with her
to the stairs. And step by step, very slowly, he started upwards.
He had to rest every third step. The people listening at the
bottom of the stairs heard a thump, thump, thump as he walked
up three steps. Then they heard nothing for a while as he rested.
They soon got tired of listening and they left. Soon, even the
Sultan got tired of listening and walked away, shaking his head.
As soon as Pastafazool heard the Sultan walk away, he took
the small, light brown sack from off his back. He opened it
up and pulled out a small carpet. The carpet was mostly red,
but it had orange stripes, yellow polkadots and bright blue
fringe all around it. He placed the carpet on the ground and,
still holding Princess Mahleeba, sat on it. "Fly to the top!"
he commanded. The carpet rose up off the stairs. At first it
began to fly slowly. Then it picked up speed. Then it picked
up more speed. Then it went faster and faster and faster and
faster until it was going so fast that Princess Mahleeba could
not feel it moving at all. Further and further it climbed. Up
and up and up. Past the stair where Garagalon of Gant stopped.
Past the stair where Hant of Haragalon stopped. Past the stair
where Moorick the Gazelle-footed finally stopped. Past stairs
where no one had ever climbed before. Then, finally, the carpet
stopped at the top of the stairs. There was a large, dark wooden
door with a doorknocker shaped like a stallion.
"Go ahead, Princess," said Pastafazool. "Knock at the door
and see if anyone is home. " Princess Mahleeba knocked. Nothing
happened. She knocked again, this time louder.
"Hold your horses!" a voice called back. "I heard you the
first time." The door opened to reveal a small, old man with
a long, white beard that reached all the way to the ground.
"I thought you'd never get here," he said. And then he looked
at them very closely. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I am Pastafazool," replied Pastafazool, "and this is Princess
"Never heard of either of you, " said the old man. He looked
"Who are you?" asked Princess Mahleeba sweetly.
"I am Tally the Spirebuilder, said Tally the Spirebuilder
with a deep bow." Architect for Sultan Boodacheck the First."
"That was my great grandfather!" exclaimed Princess Mahleeba.
Tally looked very upset. "Then I have been up here quite
a long time! You see, I promised Sultan Boodacheck the First
that I would build him the tallest spire in the world. I built
it so tall that I could not get down."
"We'll take you down, " said Pastafazool, "on my magic carpet.
But first, you have to tell us one thing."
"Anything," said Tally the Spirebuilder.
"What's up here?" asked both Pastafazool and Princess Mahleeba
at the same time.
"The largest, best playrooms in the world," Tally announced
proudly. "Filled with toys, games and pets beyond your imagining.
There are marbles as big as houses. There are rocking elephants.
There are a thousand puppies and a thousand kittens for every
puppy and thousand goldfish for every kitten. There twice as
many India red rubber balls as you would every be able to play
with. And that's only in the first room. I built these playrooms
for Princess Beelahma, daughter of Boodacheck the First."
"My grandmother!" exclaimed Princess Mahleeba.
"I guess I didn't build them fast enough," said Tally sadly.
"That's okay," said Pastafazool. "I'm sure there are still
plenty of children who will want to play up here."
So Pastafazool, Princess Mahleeba and Tally the Spirebuilder
all got onto the magic carpet and rode down to the bottom of
the stairs. Actually, they stopped just before the very bottom,
where nobody could see them. Pastafazool quietly folded up the
carpet and put it back into his light brown sack. He then carried
Princess Mahleeba to the bottom of the stairs.
"Hello!" he yelled. "Is anyone here to greet us?"
Sultan Boodacheck and some other people walked over to Pastafazool
and Princess Mahleeba. "You have given up so soon?"
asked the Sultan.
"No, my Sultan," said Pastafazool. "We have been to the top."
"That cannot be true," said the Sultan. "You were gone for
only a few hours."
"We have been to the top," repeated Pastafazool.
"Is this true?" the Sultan asked Princess Mahleeba.
"Yes," said the Princess. "But don't ask me," she added pointing
behind her, "ask him."
Just then, Tally the Spirebuilder appeared at the bottom
of the stairs. "It's true," said Tally the Spirebuilder. "By
the way," he said, looking very closely at Sultan Boodacheck
the Third, "you look just like your grandfather."
* * *
In the Spring, Pastafazool
and Princess Mahleeba were married. Pastafazool became Prince
and then, after a time, the Sultan. He and Mahleeba had four
children: two sons and two daughters. Each day, the children
rode the magic carpet to the top of the spire and played in
the playrooms. They played ball every day, but they never were
able to play with all the India red rubber balls.
©1994 Stuart B Baum, Cover art by Fred