Sleeping Beauty waiting for her Prince, part I

The evil prophecy was fulfilled, when she pricked her finger. In that very moment, she fell back upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep. And this sleep fell upon the whole castle. And the wind ceased, and not a leaf fell from the trees about the castle. Then round about that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker every year, until at last, it became impassible.