'Any effort to do so would only cause fearful troubles.

I drop my hated skin at sunset, but three hours later I must resume it.' "He glanced towards the corner of the room where, though the Princess had not before observed it, the brown bull's skin lay in a heap.
"'Hateful thing!' said the Princess, clenching her pretty hands, 'I would like to burn it.' "The Prince grew pale with fright.

'Hush! Princess,' he said.

'Never breathe such words.

Any rash act would have the most fearful consequences.' "'What ?' said the Princess, curiously.
"The Prince came nearer her and said in a low voice, 'For _me_ they would be such.