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Updated: May 18, 2025
She whispered lullabies to little children, and laid cool hands on sick people's foreheads. She blew little boy's kites up ever so high above the church steeple, and tried never to break them. And she blew the white ships gently across the ocean. Folks liked to travel the waters whenever she was about. "But they didn't like Eastwind very much.
'Into the bag you go! And before he knew where he was she had the Southwind by the waist and in the bag; it rolled about on the ground, but she sat down upon it and then it had to be quiet. 'Your sons are lively fellows! said the Prince. 'Yes, indeed, she said; 'but I can master them! Here comes the fourth. It was the Eastwind, and he was dressed like a Chinaman.
Her voice was soft and low, and she answered in a whisper: "'Good-bye, Daddy dear. "She kissed him on the forehead, and floated away to her new home in the west. "Then the two boys came before the old King. The big tree cane pointed east. "'Get to work over there, Eastwind, commanded the old King. "Now Eastwind was a strong fellow, but he was surly and cross and he didn't obey very quickly.
A firm bridge of marble, as delicately and skilfully carved as if it were lace and glass beads, led over the water to the Island of Bliss, where the Garden of Paradise bloomed. The Eastwind took the Prince in his arms and bore him over. The flowers and leaves there sang all the beautiful old songs of his childhood, but sang them more wonderfully than any human voice could sing them.
'It's a good thing you are going to the Garden of Paradise to-morrow; it always has a good effect on your behaviour. Mind you drink deep of the well of wisdom, and bring a little bottleful home to me. 'That I will, said the Eastwind, 'But why have you put my brother from the south into the bag? Out with him.
'Oh, have you come from that quarter? said the mother. 'I thought you had been in the Garden of Paradise. 'I am only going there to-morrow! said the Eastwind. 'It will be a hundred years to-morrow since I have been there. I have just come from China, where I danced round the porcelain tower till all the bells jingled.
'No, certainly not! answered the Eastwind. 'But we shall soon be there. Do you see that wall of rock and the great cavern where the wild vine hangs like a big curtain? We have to go through there! Wrap yourself up in your cloak, the sun is burning here, but a step further on it is icy cold.
'We seem to be journeying along Death's road to the Garden of Paradise! said the Prince, but the Eastwind never answered a word, he only pointed before them where a beautiful blue light was shining. The blocks of stone above them grew dimmer and dimmer, and at last they became as transparent as a white cloud in the moonshine.
The bird which flies past the cavern has one wing out here in the heat of summer, and the other is there in the cold of winter. 'So that is the way to the Garden of Paradise! said the Prince. Now they entered the cavern. Oh, how icily cold it was; but it did not last long. The Eastwind spread his wings, and they shone like the brightest flame; but what a cave it was!
The Fairy of the Garden now advanced to meet them; her garments shone like the sun, and her face beamed like that of a happy mother rejoicing over her child. She was young and very beautiful, and was surrounded by a band of lovely girls, each with a gleaming star in her hair. When the Eastwind gave her the inscribed leaf from the Phoenix her eyes sparkled with delight.
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