The Good Queen
Once upon a time there was a queen who sat at the window and embroidered. The window frame was made of black ebony. Everything was quiet and the snow was falling outside. It had been months since she had last seen her husband. The king was travelling with his entourage. He had promised to be home before Christmas. Today was Christmas, Christmas Eve. Her heart was heavy. She looked at the snowflakes swirling outside the window. Small ones and big ones, near and far and near again. Some fell, others rose again, probably pushed up by the warm air of the window. It was beautiful to watch the white dots and spots and forget everything. The queen felt slightly dizzy, a pleasant dizziness....
Wholeness, White-Red-Black and the birth of a child
But there - ouch! Her hand had sunk down to her work, she had pricked herself on the sewing needle. She pulled her hand away. Blood dripped from her finger into the snow that had accumulated on the ebony window frame.
The queen stared at the red spot in the white snow in the black frame and thought: It was now more than a week since her last bleeding. She clutched her heart and daydreamed to herself: "Maybe he will come today after all...", she thought, "That would be the best Christmas present! Oh, I hope he comes! And then I want to give myself to him. Oh, I want so much to become pregnant. - I want a daughter, a pretty girl, with a soft skin, white as snow, with rosy cheeks and a pretty mouth - yes, red... red like the blood from which she will be born... and with black hair, black as ebony. Her name shall be Liliana. Pure and radiant as a white lily she shall be!"