The Crazy brother gets his turn.

"What do you really know of her?" Prince MEME's crazy old brother asked him. "You see her, she's behind a wall and she appears interesting because you cannot catch her attention. But what do you really know?"

"She is beautiful. I want her to love me."

"How do you know her love is worth this effort? How do you know she has love to give? How do you know she hasn't given her love to another? You are making a lot of assumptions, brother."

Prince MEME was starting to get confused. This often happened when he talked to his Crazy brother. Some of that craziness just worn off and upset things . . . "She is beautiful and I want her to admire me, long for me, cherish me."

His brother gave him a long understanding and slightly pitying stare.

Did I mention that all the brothers were good at staring?

Inside things were getting discombobulated. Prince MEME began to doubt that he knew what he wanted. He doubted that she was pretty. She doubted that she had the ability to love him. He doubted that he himself was a handsome prince and a fantastic dancer.

He doubted his singing voice.

He doubted everything.

Prince MEME didn't like feeling like this . . . he wanted to KNOW! He wanted to BELIEVE. He wanted things to work out like they were supposed to in fairy tails.

It happened that on this morning, the beautiful princess walked by the glass wall again, as was her wont. She paused slightly to look at Prince MEME.

He was afraid. He saw nothing in her eyes. No warmth, no depth. No admiration or love. He saw only coldness and distance and mild curiousity.

And that's when he knew . . . she had been cast with an evil enchantment by some nasty old witch.