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Title: The violet fairy book
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Folklore Fairy tales
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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nd dragons are not things to joke about.Petru ran through them like the wind. Was it haste orfear that spurred him on? At last he came to a river, but let nobody think for amoment that this river was like other rivers? Insteadof water, there flowed milk, and the bottom was ofprecious stones and pearls, instead of sand and pebbles.And it ran neither fast nor slow, but both fast and slowtogether. And the river flowed round the castle, and onits banks slept lions with iron teeth and claws ; and beyondwere gardens such as only the Fairy of the Dawn canhave, and on the flowers slept a fairy! All this saw Petrufrom the other side. But how was he to get over? To be sure there was abridge, but, even if it had not been guarded by sleepinglions, it was plainly not meant for man to walk on. Who THE FAIRY OF THE DAWN 193 could tell what it was made of? It looked like soft littlewoolly clouds! So he stood thinking what was to be done, for getacross he must. After a while, he determined to take the
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risk, and strode back to the sleeping giant. Wake up,my brave man! he cried, giving him a shake. The giant woke and stretched out his hand to pick upPetru, just as we should catch a fly. But Petru played 13 194 THE FAIRY OF THE DAWN on his flute, and the giant fell back again. Petru triedthis three times, and when he was satisfied that the giantwas really in his power he took out a handkerchief,bound the two little fingers of the giant together, drewhis sword, and cried for the fourth time, Wake up, mybrave man. When the giant saw the trick that had been playedon him he said to Petru, Do you call this a fair fight?Fight according to rules, if you really are a hero! I will by-and-by, but first I want to ask you aquestion! Will you swear that you will carry me overthe river if I fight honourably with you? And thegiant swore. When his hands were freed, the giant flung him-self upon Petru, hoping to crush him by his weight. Buthe had met his match. It was not yesterday, nor the daybefore,

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