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Updated: May 29, 2025
"This is wonderful, Phoenix!" David shouted. The Phoenix's reply was not clear. "... normal speed ... air stream ... prime days of my youth ..." were the only words David caught, but he could tell from the tone that the Phoenix was pleased. The view below was not to last long.
You may see, by this, that Phoenix's conscience never quite ceased to trouble him, for giving up the quest of his dear sister, and sitting himself down to be comfortable, while his mother and her companions went onward. But often and often, at the close of a weary day's journey, did Telephassa and Cadmus, Cilix, and Thasus, remember the pleasant spot in which they had left Phoenix.
That is not a motive to make the people brave all dangers in his defence. When it is demonstrated to me that Pyrot is guilty and that he stole the army hay, I shall be on his side." Comrade Larrivee afterwards spoke. "I am not of my friend, Phoenix's opinion but I am not with my friend Sapor either.
The Phoenix dashed back and forth at top speed, wheeled in circles, shot straight up like a rocket plunged, hovered, looped rolled, soared, fluttered. Now and then it would swoop back to the ledge beside David and wipe the sweat from its brow. "I trust you see signs of progress, my boy?" David would wrap the wet towel around the Phoenix's neck. "You're doing better and better, Phoenix.
'Write quickly: "Go and tell the Psammead to fulfil the last wish of the Phoenix, and return instantly". But Robert wished to be polite and he wrote 'Please go and ask the Psammead to be so kind as to fulfil the Phoenix's last wish, and come straight back, if you please. The paper was pinned to the carpet, which vanished and returned in the flash of an eye.
David, sitting in the shadow of the hedge, jumped when he heard the Phoenix's quiet "Good evening, my boy." "Phoenix," he whispered, "how did you do it? Golly, I didn't see you at all, and it isn't even dark yet." "I have been hunted long enough, my boy, to have learned a few tricks. It is merely a matter of gliding close to the ground, selecting the best shadows, and keeping a sharp lookout.
'Excuse me, said the Phoenix's soft voice, breaking in on the general sigh of relief, 'but I think these brown people want your cook. 'To to eat? whispered Jane, as well as she could through the water which the plunging Lamb was dashing in her face with happy fat hands and feet. 'Hardly, rejoined the bird. 'Who wants cooks to EAT? Cooks are ENGAGED, not eaten. They wish to engage her.
So David and the Faun contented themselves with jumping into the pool and ducking each other and making bubbly noises, while the Phoenix, who could not swim, stood on the shore and beamed at them. They picked ferns from under the waterfall and made wreaths and garlands, which they threw at the Phoenix's head like quoits.
The Phoenix beat at the smoldering sparks in its tail and flew off, leaving a trail of acrid smoke hanging in the air. David had the presence of mind to gather up all the tools, the wire, bell, and pushbutton, and one of the Phoenix's feathers, which had been torn out during the fall.
Look here if it will make you feel better, suppose we have a trial flight along the ledge." "Well all right." David got up as before on the Phoenix's back. The Phoenix spread its wings and hopped into the air. They glided easily down the length of the ledge, clearing the thicket in the middle by a good two feet. "There you are, my boy," said the bird proudly, as they landed at the other end.
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