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Their bodies, frozen now, slid and fell black plummets hurtling downward through the swirling snow-flakes. Immortal Terror To Elza, approaching with Tarrano on the tiny flying platform the City of Ice, the place seemed truly like a child's dream of Fairyland. The rude snow huts of the Arctic of our Earth were all that she had ever conceived could be built of frozen water.
"It is very strange," she said to herself; "for he is quite a poor boy, I am sure of that. His arms stick out beyond his jacket like the ribs of his mother's umbrella. And to think of me wandering about Fairyland with him!" The moment she touched his arm, they saw an arch of blackness before them.
"You must first understand," said I, "where Fairyland is: it lies a little way farther than the farthest hill you can see. It lies, in fact, just beyond that hill.
"What a fairyland in glass there is in this church!" she went on, joyously. "What skies, and backgrounds of medieval castles and towers, and what luminous colors. I'd love to be one of those little red and yellow men looking out of the tower at the battle going on below, among the queer ships wallowing in the crisp waves, and live always in that fantastic glass country.
Well, you walk down the pathway into a grove of olive-trees a shimmer of pale silvery green, a sort of dim aisle in fairyland until you come to the water's edge. There is an old stone seat, and you can just sit and look and look and drink it all in. No, not the water the view, I mean.
The echoes of the Danaan music were ringing in her still; and are now, heaven knows; and how would they not be, when what to our eyes are the hills of her green with fern, to eyes anointed, and to the vision of the spirit, are the palaces of the Danaan Sidhe, and the topless towers of Fairyland?
"I think there IS such a place in spite of Uncle Edward," said the Story Girl dreamily, "and I think there is a way of getting there too, if we could only find it." Well, the Story Girl was right. There is such a place as fairyland but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.
"A thousand thanks to you, oh moon," cried Pease-Blossom joyfully when he heard this; for he could put two and two together as well as any fay in fairyland, and he did not doubt that the goblins had sold the nightingale to the Great Giant. "I shall be at the castle before you shine in the dell," he called to the moon as he flew swift as a humming bird through the air.
Another time it happened to me between Goodwood and Upwaltham in Sussex." At this moment the child's nurse came in to take it away, so she came to the point: "How did you know you were in Fairyland? she said doubtfully." Perhaps you are making all this up." "Nonsense!" I said reprovingly, "the only people who make things up are little children, for they always tell lies.
The Chocolate Rabbit waved his ears in a kind way at the Candy Bunny, and went on: "How do you like it here?" The Candy Rabbit gave another look around, and the more he looked the more certain he was that he was in Fairyland.
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