Sigismund dreamed of the enchanted palace for the first time. In the dream, he was walking along silent corridors and halls, through courtyards where even the fountain water hung glittering in mid-air, and up long flights of stairs. As he walked he would open doors and peer into quiet rooms, and he had a sense of urgency, as though looking for someone or something just out of sight . . .

from Chapter 2 — The Enchanted Sleep