When the king’s eldest son was christened, the king invited the three magicians to the christening feast, and to make the compliment the greater, he asked one of them to stand godfather.  But the other two, who were not asked to be godfathers, were so angry at what they held to be a slight, that they only waited to see how they might best revenge themselves upon the infant prince.

When the moment came for presenting the christening gifts, the godfather magician advanced to the cradle and said, “My gift is this:  Whatever he wishes for he shall have.  And only I who give shall be able to recall this gift.”  For he perceived the jealousy of the other magicians, and knew that, if possible, they would undo what he did.  But the second magician muttered in his beard, “And yet I will change it to a curse.”  And coming up to the cradle, he said, “The wishes that he has thus obtained he shall not be able to revoke or change.”

Then the third magician grumbled beneath his black robe, “If he were very wise and prudent he might yet be happy.  But I will secure his punishment.”  So he also drew near to the cradle, and said, “For my part, I give him a hasty temper.”

After which, the two dissatisfied magicians withdrew together, saying, “Should we permit ourselves to be slighted for nothing?”

But the king and his courtiers were not at all disturbed.

“My son has only to be sure of what he wants,” said the king, “and then, I suppose, he will not desire to recall his wishes.”

And the courtiers added, “If a prince may not have a hasty temper, who may, we should like to know?”

And everybody laughed, except the godfather magician, who went out sighing and shaking his head, and was seen no more.

Whilst the king’s son was yet a child, the gift of the godfather magician began to take effect.  There was nothing so rare and precious that he could not obtain it, or so difficult that it could not be accomplished by his mere wish.  But, on the other hand, no matter how inconsiderately he spoke, or how often he changed his mind, what he had once wished must remain as he had wished it, in spite of himself; and as he often wished for things that were bad for him, and oftener still wished for a thing one day and regretted it the next, his power was the source of quite as much pain as pleasure to him.  Then his temper was so hot, that he was apt hastily to wish ill to those who offended him, and afterwards bitterly to regret the mischief that he could not undo.  Thus, one after another, the king appointed his trustiest counsellors to the charge of his son, who, sooner or later, in the discharge of their duty, were sure to be obliged to thwart him; on which the impatient prince would cry, “I wish you were at the bottom of the sea with your rules and regulations;” and the counsellors disappeared accordingly, and returned no more.

When there was not a wise man left at court, and the king himself lived in daily dread of being the next victim, he said, “Only one thing remains to be done:  to find the godfather magician, and persuade him to withdraw his gift.”