It was the wicked fairy. The princess bent over the spindle and pricked her finger. The fairy laughed a nasty laugh and the poor princess fell down as if she was dead.
The spell had come true. The king and queen and all the servants in the palace fell asleep. Even the birds stopped singing and fell asleep.
A great thorn hedge grew round the palace. Time seemed to stand still for many years. People outside the palace tried to get through the hedge but couldn't as it was so prickly. The years passed and, unhappily, people forgot the story of the sleeping princess.