When the fisher-man penetrated to the courtyard of the palace of which curved gilded roofs seemed reaching the sky, the time stopped running. The palace breathed a deep harmony. The noise of thundering of bamboo on the stone resounded in a profound silence. Trees and colorful flowers dressed the gardens like engravings. Birds flew over the servants occupied to preparing the New Year. At last, the fisher-man Lee sighed and wondered how he could express his request to the king. He climbed the blue glass stairways.
Each walk made resound a crystalline ring which surprised the poor fisher-man.
The king, sitting down on his throne, was kindly waiting for him. |
