Nesta Matthews - Narration: Fairy Tale
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the Queen of Lantern Land. 32nd narration. Once upon a time, the king's youngest son became filled with the desire to go abroad and see the world. He got his father's permission to leave on an adventure, kissed his parents goodbye, mounted his black horse and galloped away down the high road. Soon the great towers of the old castle in which he had been born disappeared behind him. The queen of Lantern land, 62nd narration, The prince journeyed on, spending days traveling and his nights in Little Wayside inns till one day he found himself in the heart of the adamant mountains. The great red granite crags 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 whose tops had been broken off a long time ago by an avalanche and began to eat the bits of bread and cheese that he had stored in his pocket. Meanwhile, his black horse ate the grass, which grew here and there along the mountain path, and ask The prince sat there in the bright sun and the silence of the mountains, he became aware of a low, continuous roaring. There must be a waterfall nearby, said the prince to himself. I'll go and see it. The princess and the Goblin. 62nd narration. Perhaps my readers may be wondering what the goblins could be about working all night long, seeing they never carried up. The Oran sold it. But when I have informed thumb concerning what QWERTY learns the very next night, they will be able to understand. For QWERTY had determined if his father would permit him to remain there alone that night, and that for two reasons. First, he wanted to get extra wages in order that he might, by a very warm red petticoat for his mother, who had begun to complain of the cold on the mountain air sooner than usual this autumn. And second, he had just a faint glimmering of hope of finding out what the goblins were about under his window the night before, when he told his father he made no objection for he had great confidence in his boys courage and resources. I'm sorry, I can't stay with you, said Peter. But I want to go and pay the parson visit this evening. And besides, I've had a bit of a headache all day. The Princess and the Goblin. 62nd narration. I wonder Luethi that was her pet name for her nurse. What pigeon's eggs taste like, she said as she was eating her egg. Not quite a common one, for they always picked out the pinky ones for her. We'll get you a pigeon's egg and you shall judge for yourself, said the nurse. Oh no, no, returned Irene, suddenly reflecting, they might disturb the old lady and getting it, and that even if they did not, she would have one less in consequence. A lot of strange creature you are, said the nurse, first to want to thing and then to refuse it. But she did not say it crossly, and the princess never minded any remarks that were not unfriendly. Well, you see, Ludie, there are reasons. She returned and said no more, for she did not want to bring up the subject of their former strife. Les Turner should offer to go before she had her grandmother's permission to bring her. Of course, she could refuse to take her, but then she would believe her less than ever