The Flying Trunk (11)

The Flying Trunk (11)

Whirr-r-r, how they fizzed and blazed !

All the Turks jumped so high that their slippers flew above their heads; such a splendid glitter they had never seen before.

Now they could quite well understand that it was the god of the Turks himself who was to marry the Princess.

As soon as the young merchant came down again into the wood with his trunk he thought, " Now I will just go into the town to see how the show has taken. "

And it was quite natural that he should want to this.

Oh ! what stories the people had to tell !
Each one whom he asked had seen it differently, but they had all found it beautiful !

" I saw the Turkish god himself, " said one.
 " He had eyes like glittering stars, and a beard like foaming water. "

" He flew away in a clock of fire, " said another.

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