Capitolo 58
fear me. I will assuage gladly Your pain, if you will do me; I am Your
friend, and long to show her/it as me I am distressed me for all the wrong I did her,
when you are so kind to me. Pardons, and allows me to help and comforts
You."
Then he limited on the broken wing, and he/she so softly spoke that Pulsation
doubts him/it more, and it was again his/her friend.
Day by day it made clock of Thistle close to him, while making the small beds of
refreshments, fresh musk for him to remain on, ventilating him/it when he slept,
and singing sweet songs to console him/it when awake. And often when
Poor pulsation craved once more to be dancing on the blue waves,
the Fairy annoyed him in his/her arm to the lake, and on a wide leaf,
with a green flag for a sail, they was floating on he/she anchors him you sprinkle; while
the companions of the dragon-fly flew around them, while playing happy games.
For a long time the broken wing was well, and it said Thistle he owes again
you look for the Spirits of Water. "I can tell him whether to find them", says
Pulsation; "You have to follow small brook that, and it will conduct her
to the sea, where the break of Spirits. I would do gladly more for You,
dear Thistle, but I am not able, for them they live deep under of the waves.
You will find some friend of kind to help her/it on Your way; and this way
goodbye."
Thistle followed the small brook, as it flowed through field and
valley, while never growing greater, you cultivate it reached the sea. Here the wind
blown of coolness, and the great waves rolled and they broke to the feet of Thistle,
as he was standing on the beach, while looking at the billows dancing and shining
in the sun.
"As I find the Spirits in this great sea, with anybody to help or
do you drive me? Still it is my last assignment, and for the cause of Lily-bell I don't owe
fear or hesitation now", said Thistle. Then he flew of here and there
on the sea, looking through the waves. Soon he saw, far under,
the branches of the coral tree.
"They has to be here", thought him, and, folding up his/her wings him dipped,