The Waldorf family . which the lion thrust hishead, and in a moment he was caught among thebirdlime and the feathers. The idiot pulled thestring, leaving the bag fastened round the lionsthroat, and his head buried within it; then pluck-ing the laughing flower, he mounted the foal, andwas off like a dart. He soon came to the Lake of Dragons; and hehad no sooner entered it, than the frightful animalscame from all sides to devour him. Peronnikthrew out some beads, which the dragons mistookfor grains of corn, and greedily devoured; but themoment they had swallowed one, they turned overon their bac
The Waldorf family . which the lion thrust hishead, and in a moment he was caught among thebirdlime and the feathers. The idiot pulled thestring, leaving the bag fastened round the lionsthroat, and his head buried within it; then pluck-ing the laughing flower, he mounted the foal, andwas off like a dart. He soon came to the Lake of Dragons; and hehad no sooner entered it, than the frightful animalscame from all sides to devour him. Peronnikthrew out some beads, which the dragons mistookfor grains of corn, and greedily devoured; but themoment they had swallowed one, they turned overon their backs, and floated off quite dead. The valley guarded by the blackamoor with theiron ball, now remained to be crossed. Peronniksaw him at a distance, chained to a rock at theentrance of the valley, and holding in his hand histerrible weapon, which always reached its aim, andthen returned of itself. He had six eyes aroundhis head, two of which usually slept, while theothers watched; but when the idiot saw him, the 165 1. whole six were wide open. Peronnik, fearing theiron ball, crept along under the bushes, until hearrived within a few steps of the blackamoor, whostretched himself, and seemed to be growing , hiding behind the trees, began to singlike a lark, and at last fairly sung the old fellowsound asleep. Then taking his horse by the bridle,and making him tread on the soft turf, he passedthe guardian of the valley, and entered the Gardenof False Delights. This garden was the most dangerous place hehad yet traversed. It was full of fruits, andflowers, and fountains; but the fountains flowedwith wine and delicious cordials, the flowers sunglike nightingales, and the fruit dropped into thehands of the traveller. As he entered one of thewinding walks, he saw great tables covered withdainties fit for a king, while he smelt the richodors of pies and cakes which the servants weretaking out of the ovens. A little farther on, hesaw groups of young girls dancing, who calle
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