The Firelight Fairy Book
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62nd narration, scripts practice read. The prince journeyed on, spending days traveling and his nights in Little Wayside inns until one day he found himself in the heart of the adamant mountains. The great red grenade. Cracks of the surrounding peaks rose out of the gleaming snow like ugly fingers, and the slopes of giant glaciers sparkled in the sun like torrents of diamonds. The prince sat down by some stunted trees who's stops had been broken off a long time ago by an avalanche and began to eat the bit of bread and cheese that he had stored in his pocket. Meanwhile, his black horse ate the cross, which grew here and there along the mountain park. And as the prince sat there in the bright sun and the silence off the mountains, he became aware off a low, continuous roaring. That must be a waterfall nearby, said the prince to himself. I'll go and see it