Capitolo 60
of so that audacious it slightly came to the air. Soon the troops of graced
Spirits fluttered from, and when they found the Elf that asks them,
gathered it rounds off him, while bringing pearl-hull piled up with precious stones,
and all the rare, strange gifts that lie under of the sea. But Thistle
not desired for none of these, and when its history was said, the kindly
Spirits were sorry for him/it; and the small sighed of Pearl, as she told him/it of the
long and tired assignment that he has to complete, first he could win a crown of
snow-white pearls like those that they has brought. But Thistle had earned
strength and the courage in his/her vagabondages, and it didn't now make hesitation, when
they conducted him/it to them to a place among the coral-workers, and it told him he owes
you work here, you cultivate the branches of propagation they reached the light and air,
through the waves that you/they have danced above.
With a patient it hopes that it is probable that he is still I deign of Lily-bell,
the Fairy let the beautiful spirits and their pleasant house get tired himself/herself/themselves,
among the coral-builders, where strange and weak everybody was. Long, from a lot,
he worked; but he/she anchors the waves they rolled far above of them, and its assignment was
not yet fact; and a lot of wounds torn bitter shed of poor Thistle, and sadly him
languished for air and light of the sun, the voice of birds and breath of flowers.
It often folded up in the magic garments that the Spirits gave him that,
it is probable that him footsteps unharmed among the terrible creatures that indulge there,
he of rose to the surface of the sea, and, slipping through the waves,
it looked fixed covetously on the hills, while now seeming blue and dark till now street,
or it looked at the flocks of birds in summer, while traveling to a warmer earth;
and they brought sad memoirs of forests of old greens, and statement lives to the sun,
to the small solitary Fairy that is floating on the great one, wild sea.
Day after day it passed, and slowly the assignment of Thistle drew toward an end.