Narration (fairytale)

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English

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British (General)

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the prince journeyed on, spending his days travelling and his nights in the wayside ins until one day he found himself in the heart of the magical moon Joy Mountains. The great red granite crags of the surrounding peaks rose out of the gleaming snow like ugly fingers on the slopes of giant glaciers sparkled in the sun like torrents of diamonds. The prince sat down by some stunted trees whose tops had been broken off a long time ago by an avalanche and began to eat the bit of bread and cheese that he had stored in his pocket. Meanwhile, his great black horse ate the grass, which grew here and there along the mountain path, and as the prince sat there in the bright sun on the silence of the mountains, he became aware of a low, continuous roaring. Then must be a waterfall nearby, said the prince to himself. I'll go and see it