[Comprehensive] BE saves the world

Explosively beat myself [beep] Your uncle! ! !

For a moment, only this sentence remained in my mind.

"Run, aren't you very good at running?"

His hands were clasped behind his back, and Bakugo Katsuki pressed one knee against my back, pressing me to the ground with the strength of his whole leg. He grabbed my wrist with one hand, and with the other Buckle on my head, don't give me any chance to break free.She couldn't even turn her head and stare at him hard.

The smell of nitroglycerin and the threatening temperature behind me reminded me that as long as I dared to make a move, he would be here to blow me in half.

...You look more villainous than me now, Bakugo-san.

I can't help but think about it.

"Hey, cross-dresser." Katsuki Bakugo grabbed my hand tightly, "What are you going to do this time?"

"If I tell you, will you let me go?" I asked without hope.

"How is it possible!" ← Second answer.

"I knew it……"

I sighed.

There is no surprise, I am the enemy and he is the hero, if Bakugo Katsuki let me go here, it would be called ooc.

By the way, what kind of nickname is a drag girl?Can't you just remember the name "Eightfold Dream" -- even though it's a pseudonym.

"Anyway, you guys are going to do something stupid to risk your life to save someone, right?" Katsuki Bakugo paused, then clicked his tongue loudly, "...the injury from last time has healed Already, then there is no need to keep your hands."

The corners of my mouth twitched suddenly - did you come up and blast me a hundred yards or keep your hands on me, the wounded and sick? !I thank you! ! !

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"Is it the dead head's idea to raid here or is it yours?"

Bakugo suddenly asked, his tone unexpectedly calm.

"It's my suggestion."

I tried to activate the personality, and as expected, it didn't work at all.Probably aware of my small thoughts, Bakugo squeezed my wrist even tighter, the pain made me grin secretly, and I couldn't help but wonder if the bone in my hand was broken.

... Anyway, the ribs have been broken.The faint bone fracture before had passed through Bao Hao's blow just now and it was completely over.

"I came here to save that guy, who are you going to kill again? God?"

Bakugo Katsuki suddenly spat out a noun that I couldn't help but care about.

"... When did you change your name to Conan, Bohaojun?"

I was really scared.

When did you turn on super intuition and spiritual intuition, Mr. Baohao?

"The thing you hit me last time was made of that zombie face, right?" Bakugo Katsuki pressed his knee down, "You'll know when you hit it——is that cow with a sick brain really a monster? What, what did you hit me again. Hey, tell me, if you dare to do that kind of thing, are you ready to have your head blown off?"

I don't need to look back to know what a ferocious smile Bakugo Katsuki showed.It's a vain villain face for him to be a hero, I mean it.

...However, the power of the law actually instilled so much content in him in an instant, which I really did not expect.

Not only did he correctly understand the nature of the reincarnated Sashoin, but he also understood the essence of the power of law.

This also explains the question I've always wondered about - how did Katsuki Bakugo blow up my element conversion dress.

Probably at that moment, with his outstanding combat talent, he understood the law of power operation, so he directly extracted the magic power hidden in the magic dress, and blasted away all the evil mud sea in this world.

This guy... his brain is really spinning fast.

"So what?" I smiled, but there was no smile, "Do you want to help me?"

"Who do you think Lao Tzu is?"

The hand holding the back of my head suddenly loosened its grip, and I, who turned my back to the boy, couldn't see what kind of expression he showed.However, I can hear his voice, tough, confident, determined, forward-looking, and fearless.

"How could I not be able to do that little thing!"

"…………"

I let out a sigh of relief.

Indeed, this is Katsuki Bakugo's style.

That's what a boy full of self-esteem is like, never admitting defeat, never backing down, and with an enviable absolute self-confidence.

Obviously it's ridiculous.

But at this moment, I didn't feel like laughing.

"Don't forget what you said."

After I said such a short sentence, I suddenly overturned Bakugo Katsuki!

Although my current physical fitness is not satisfactory, the combat consciousness and experience cultivated in the last world are still there, and I am not absolutely powerless to fight back.

Unlike these heroic students who are receiving normal combat training in regular schools, my combat target... is a monster within a monster.

One arm was twisted and broken, I managed to break free from Katsuki Bakugo's grip, and I stretched out my hand to the side.

"Yumeno!"

I called out the name of the girl who had been waiting there for a long time.

At this moment, reality was distorted.

Whether it is range or control, it is far from the [Double Dream] I used.It is simply a world of difference.

The dream eroded the reality in an instant, as if the ravings that could burn the brain dry covered everything at this moment, even Aizawa Shouta, who was confronting Shikuragi in the distance, couldn't help shaking, his face suddenly turned livid.

Bakugo Katsuki froze unavoidably, it was just a momentary delay - but it was enough.

The girl's snow-white arms suddenly stretched out from behind me, dragging me into the world of dreams.

"See you, hero."

I made a lip-shape silently to Katsuki Bakugo.I believe he can understand.

Before everyone reacts.The door to the dream world slammed shut.

Tokitsuki Yumeno stood in front of me, folded his arms, and looked at me delicately.

"When did you find out I was there?"

"When I found that I couldn't use my personality." I confessed honestly, "Being wiped out of personality and not being able to use it are two different feelings. The difference between being released and being wiped out and being unable to release it at the beginning is pretty good." The big one. Since it wasn’t wiped out by Xiao Aizawa, then you can only take it back and use it.”

Although Aizawa Shouta's personality is invincible, it still has limitations.

The other party must be in his field of vision before he can erase his personality.

That is, as long as he can't see it.

There are two ways, one is to wait for him to blink because of dry eye; the other is not to appear in his field of vision.

Toki Tsuki Mengno can complete the second.

She can no longer be considered a living person, it is better to treat her state as a ghost—or a living being.

All that exists here is her spirit.Or, in dualist parlance, the soul.

Abandoning everything in the real world, including her own body, she is now the queen of the dream world.

The person who has never interfered with reality since entering the dream world has now rescued me...

"Thank you, Yumeno." I whispered to her.

"I only saved you because I couldn't do without you in the plan." Tokitsuki Mengye snorted and turned his head away, "I threw all the other guys where they should go, and you quickly disappeared from my sight. If there is an injury on your hand, deal with it yourself, just use the method I taught you last time, I will not help you, I still have a lot to do."

Okay, okay, this is Tsundere's unique way of caring, right?I am used to it.

"Okay, okay." I smiled helplessly, "Mumeno also needs to have a good rest. Well, for our plan."

Weird.

I'm not stupid, of course I know, even if there is no such plan, Tokitsuki Yumeno will come to save me.

She is such a gentle and not frank person.

That's where she's clumsy enough to be cute.

"Don't show such a disgusting smile!" Mengye's face flushed suddenly, "I'll kill you!"

Well, the word "oh" is very cute.

Probably because I couldn't bear my laughter, Tokitsuki Yumeno quickly kicked me out of the dream world.

I don't know which tramp's dream she chose to land in... Anyway, I can see the Ginkgo Street not far away when I look up.As long as you walk along that road, you can see the apartment of the landlord lady.

I looked in that direction, subconsciously took a step forward, and then stopped.

I want to go back to that place.Lay on the bed, play games, watch movies and listen to music, and then have a good sleep without thinking about anything.The next morning (?) when you get up, you can also go to the landlady's place to have a delicious meal.

But I can't do that.

I turned around and walked in the direction of the enemy alliance.

The Shenying is probably in that place, I don't know if Shigaraki can handle him, I have to go and see for myself anyway.There is also the next battle force arrangement, the sequence of actions, the specific cooperation and running-in...

I still have a lot to do.

But leave me... no, there is not much time left for Funo.

I subconsciously quickened my pace, but at this moment, someone called me from behind.

"You're hurt again."

That is, the erratic and beautiful female voice.

I turned around looking for the voice, and couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

Chapter 128 "When I died, they put me here, and set me up so high that I could see all the ugliness and poverty of my city, and though my heart was made of lead, I couldn't help it Cried."

"Funa? Why are you here?"

In the boundless darkness, the girl stood alone.Her dark skirt and long hair are gently shaking in the dark night wind, but her face is white, like the silent moonlight on the ice sea, or like a large bouquet of white flowers held by her hands in midwinter , cold, pale, with ominous and catastrophic shadows, but more and more beautiful and maddening.

"I just feel that I can meet you here."

The girl's voice was still erratic, and it was dispersed by the evening wind.The layered skirts of the Gothic Lolita style dress swayed, and a pair of pale feet were exposed under the complicated skirts, walking slowly, slowly towards me.

Feng Nai looking for me?

I was really surprised, because I knew she didn't have much curiosity about other people's affairs.She just wandered in the dark night, attracted by disaster and ominousness, but rarely took the initiative to do anything.

Why did she take the initiative to come to me like this?

"You always seem to get hurt."

Feng Nai walked up to me, lightly tapped my heart with his finger, and then tapped my shoulder.

"It's here, and it's there."

I understand what she's talking about.Whether it's the wounds in my heart or the wounds on my body, she has seen it with her own eyes.And, no matter what it is, she has personally comforted her with those cool hands.

"Why?" she asked, looking at me with those beautiful eyes.

"Because I'm an idiot." I scratched my cheeks and felt a little embarrassed, "If someone is smarter, he must be able to do better, right? The way to solve the problem without getting hurt, if someone smarter than me A smart person can definitely figure it out. I can't do it, so I have to use a stupid method, even if I get hurt a little."

"That's not what I asked." Feng Nai sighed softly, "Why do you always have to work so hard for others?"

"Because I'm selfish." I answered her bluntly, "I can't bear the guilt of leaving no room for help. In order not to regret it in the future, I have to do everything I can—the so-called 'doing everything you can to obey the destiny', You have to do your best first, then you can listen to the destiny with peace of mind."

After hesitating for a while, I still told Feng Nao my truth.

"A girl died before." I lowered my eyes, "If I had found out earlier, she probably wouldn't have died."

As long as he informs the broken knights in Shenshouya before that and helps them kill the witch, then Yuanze Haruko doesn't have to become a witch in the first place.

Even if she just remembered one day earlier, she might still be saved.

"It's terrible to see life slipping from my hands." I smiled wryly, "Especially the people who could have been saved."

So bad I never want to experience it again.

"That's right." Feng Nai nodded slightly.Didn't say much.

This is her advantage, she will not criticize, criticize, or instruct you what to do or not to do.It's just like this, gently tolerant.

"Let's not talk about this." I shook my head, trying to get rid of those messy thoughts, "Funao, why are you looking for me?"

"I met someone today, I learned something, and I suddenly want to meet you."

Funa looked at me for a while, then smiled slightly.

"Actually, you don't know." Her voice was very soft, almost talking to herself, "Mengye and I are twins. Although we are very different in every aspect, we still have the most basic things."

"...What?" I suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"Telepathy between twins." Tokitsuki Funo smiled at me again.

“…………………………”

I couldn't say anything immediately.

I'll just say it!I am surprised!Why do you know so much about me—I thought it was Yumeno who ran into your dream and told you, but I was still curious. Is the relationship between your sisters so good—co-author and share your memories? ! ! !

God fucking telepathy! ! !Is there such a setting waiting for me here? ! ! !

At this moment, I subtly understood the mood of Saseiin.

When I told her that I cheated her with the setting of "becoming a god and dying", Ms. Kill probably felt like I was about to vomit blood...

I swallowed the fishy sweetness welling up in my throat, and laughed desperately.

"Yes, that's it..." I quickly recalled whether I had done anything inappropriate, and my face turned blue when I thought about it, "Then...then what...sorry?"

It doesn't matter if you molested a little girl...if someone else's sister saw it, it would be a public execution...No, I just think about what I said to Yumeno and Funo, and I feel that my shame will explode!What kind of execution posture is this!Ling Chi embarrassing cancer is inhumane! ! !

"Yumeno likes you very much." Funo looked at me, raised his hand to signal me to relax, "Of course, I don't hate you either."

"...That's really, thank you..."

I was dying to earn these few words.

Great, I don't have to die for now.

Let me forget about those speeches like galgame leading men, please...

Feng Nao was very considerate and didn't say more, but touched my arm and brought up another topic.

"Seeing this, I confirm it."

There was not a trace of fluctuation in Tokitsuki Funo's voice.He just said what he saw and thought calmly and normally.

"You are the little prince and the happy prince."

"what?"

I was stunned.

"The Happy Prince" is a fairy tale written by the British writer Oscar Wilde at the end of the nineteenth century.It's my (and many readers') childhood shadow·spiritual trauma·what did I experience that year No.1 in the series.

By the way, those things written by Wilde...what about the birthday of the little princess, what about the nightingale and the rose, what about the happy prince... Although it is said to be a "fairy tale", there is actually a sentence "forchildlikepeoplefromeighteeneighty" in the introduction

——That is to say, these things were not originally written for children.

...So why did this thing become my childhood shadow? It really is the fault of the publisher.

No, that's not the point, the point is that The Happy Prince is a very very very very very dark fairy tale.

If the adult fairy tale "The Little Prince" mainly creates a sad and beautiful atmosphere, then "The Happy Prince" is beautiful to the point of cruelty.

In order to save the people, the Happy Prince asked the swallow to remove the ruby ​​from his sword hilt, snatch away his sapphire eyes, peck off the pure gold from his body one by one, and give them to the poor.

Then the Swallow died in the cold of winter, and the Happy Prince's leaden heart was torn in two.After that, the happy prince, who was no longer dazzling and turned gray and ugly, was ordered by the mayor and councilors to be thrown down and thrown into the foundry for melting. The broken lead heart of the happy prince was thrown into the garbage dump together with the swallow.

Although God brought the Happy Prince and the swallow into the kingdom of heaven in the end, it was "let this little bird sing forever in my garden of heaven, and let the happy prince live in my golden city and praise me." ——For the relief of the poor For the Happy Prince, who has given everything to others, this is not recognition, but the greatest deprivation and denial.

Oscar Wilde is a writer of aestheticism. He believes that beauty is cruelty, and beauty is useless and worthless. This idea is also reflected in The Happy Prince.

The Happy Prince lost the beauty of appearance and gained the beauty of spirit.Although this beauty is not recognized by others, it is not recognized by the world, but it is beauty.

...No, no matter how beautiful it is, it doesn't matter to me, does it? !I don't want to be the Happy Prince!The happy prince is much worse than the little prince! ! !

Of course, I didn't dare to yell these words at Feng Nao, so I could only frown, trying to understand.

"……Why do you say that?"

How am I like the Happy Prince!Let me die to understand! ! !

I don't have such a strong dedication!

"It is not the human heart that drives the Happy Prince to sacrifice." Funa explained calmly, "When he was still alive, His Royal Highness, who lived happily in the Palace of Sanssouci, would not sacrifice to others. Because The prince didn't know the sufferings of others, couldn't see, hear, or understand, and his daily life was nothing but happiness and joy—until he died and stood as a statue in the middle of the city, he didn't see it all suffering—his heart was leaden by then, and he did those things because there was no way to see the poor suffer.”

Funo looked at my disapproving expression, and continued speaking slowly.

"It is pain and fear that drive the Happy Prince to sacrifice everything." She looked at me with knowing eyes. "Seeing the misfortune of others is more painful than my own misfortune. The Happy Prince is such a person."

Feng Nai gave examples one by one.

"It hurt him more to see a seamstress working so hard that she couldn't take care of her own sick child than to lose a beautiful ruby. To see a talented poor writer sick than to have his eyes gouged out alive In addition, seeing the little match girl who was afraid of being beaten and scolded by her father because she lost the match, and shivering in the cold wind and daring not to go home made him more painful. Compared with being peeled off piece by piece, seeing the poor people being beaten by their lives Being cornered is even more unbearable for him."

"..."

I was speechless for a moment.

"Sacrifice is different from sacrifice." Feng Nai continued quietly, "Have you watched "The Daughter of the Sea"? The little mermaid's love is not falling in love with the prince at the beginning, but what she loves is love. She yearned for an immortal soul. Everything she sacrificed was ultimately to get it. To get love, to get an immortal soul. So only in the end, she threw away the dagger and sank into the deep sea to turn into foam , at that time she didn't want to get anything, at that time she had real love."

"And the Happy Prince, didn't he want to get... from the beginning?" I murmured.

"The Happy Prince sacrificed everything to escape pain."

Feng Nao stood in front of me, narrating the truth she knew.

"Wilde is different from Andersen. His works do not have such a strong religious atmosphere. You can even see the rebellion against Christianity from "Salome". What made John reject Salome was not his love for God, but also Not because of his pious heart. But because he disdains Salome who bears the name of a slut." She said, "The Happy Prince did not do these things for the approval of God. During the whole process of sacrifice , he never once recited the name of God. All he did was to give to others, but in the final analysis it was for himself. It was not for the grace of God, nor for the approval of God, nor for the approval of God. His decree—he did it for himself who couldn’t bear to watch the people suffer.”

Tokitsuki Kazuno poked my heart again with his fingertips, and made his final judgment.

"You are the Happy Prince."

She said with a faint, sad tone.

"I just don't know, who is your swallow?"

The author has something to say: In order to fit the original style of "Broken Chapter", here is the original text of "The Happy Prince", I hope everyone can read it.

Happy prince

Ba Jin's translation of Oscar Wilde

The image of the Happy Prince was on a tall column, high above the city.He was covered with thin leaves of pure gold, for his eyes were a pair of sapphires, and in the hilt of his sword a large ruby ​​shone bright red.

He was indeed praised by the common people.A city senator, in order to show his artistic appreciation, said: "He is as beautiful as a weathervane," but he was afraid that others would think him a practical person (in fact, he was not practical). ), and added, "It's just that he's not as useful as a weather beacon."

"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" said a wise mother to her child who cried for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreamed that he would cry for something."

"I'm so glad that there is still one happy person in the world." A frustrated man murmured looking at this wonderful portrait.

"He looks like an angel," said the orphanage children, as they emerged from the cathedral in bright scarlet cloaks and white corsets.

"How do you know?" said Mr. Mathematics. "You have never seen an angel."

"Ah! but we saw it in the dream," answered the children.Mr. Mathematics frowned and had a serious face, because he didn't approve of children's dreams.

One night a little swallow flew over the city.His friends had gone to Egypt six weeks ago, but he stayed behind because he was in love with the most beautiful reed.He had met her in early spring, when he was flying down the river, chasing a yellow moth, and her slender waist caught his attention, and he stopped to talk to her.

"Can I love you?" Swallow said, he always has the temper to talk about this topic immediately.The reed bowed deeply to him, and he kept flying around her, splashing water with his wings, making many silver ripples, which was his courtship expression, so he passed the whole summer.

"This kind of love is ridiculous," the other swallow murmured, "She has no money, and she has too many relatives." Indeed, reeds grew everywhere by the river.Then autumn came and they all flew away.

After they were gone, he felt lonely and hated his lover.He said: "She doesn't talk, and I'm afraid she's a slut, because she's always flirting with the wind." It was true, when the wind blew, the reed made the most touching curtseys.He added: "I believe she is used to home, but I like to travel, so my wife should also like to travel."

"Will you come with me?" He finally couldn't help asking her, but Lu Wei shook her head, she was very attached to home.

"So you used to have fun with me," he cried. "I'm going to the pyramid now. Good-bye!" He flew away.

He flew all day, and at night he reached the city. "Where shall I spend the night?" said he. "I hope the city has prepared a place for me."

Then he saw the statue standing on the high column."I'll stay here for the night," said he, "it's a fine place for the fresh air," and he flew down, and landed just between the Happy Prince's feet.

"I found a golden bedroom." He looked around and said softly to himself that he was going to sleep, but when he just put his head under his wings, a big drop of water suddenly fell Come to him. "What a strange thing!" he exclaimed. "There is no cloud in the sky, and the stars are very bright, and yet it is raining. The weather in Northern Europe is terrible. The Reed always liked the rain, but that was only her selfishness."

Then another drop fell.

"What's the use of a statue if it can't keep the rain out?" he said. "I should find a good chimney." He decided to fly away.

But before he could spread his wings, the third drop of water fell again, and he looked up, and saw——ah!What did he see?

The Happy Prince's eyes filled with tears, and the tears rolled down his golden cheeks.His face looked so beautiful in the moonlight, and Xiao Yanzi's heart was full of pity.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am the Happy Prince."

"Then why are you crying?" Swallow asked again, "Look, you've wet me all over."

"When I was alive and had a heart," the prince replied slowly, "I didn't know what tears were, because I lived in the Palace of Sanssouci, and sorrow was not allowed to enter. I played in the garden, and at night I took the lead in dancing in the hall. The garden was surrounded by a high wall, and it never occurred to me to ask what the scene was like outside the wall. Everything in front of me was very beautiful. I All my courtiers call me the Happy Prince, and yes, if pleasure is happiness, I am. As I live, so I die. When I die, they put me here, And standing so high, I can see all the ugliness and poverty of my city, even though my heart is made of lead, I can't help crying."

"Why, he is not pure gold?" Swallow said softly to himself, he was very polite and refused to speak loudly about other people's private affairs.

"Far away," went on the Prince in a low, musical voice, "far away, in a side street, there is a house where poor people live. One window was open, and in it I saw a woman. A person is sitting at a table. Her face is thin and sickly. Her hands are rough and red, and her fingers are full of needle holes, because she is a tailor. She is embroidering on a satin dress, and she is embroidering Passionflower, for the queen's loveliest lady-in-waiting to wear at the next court ball. Here in the corner of the room, her child is lying ill in bed. He has a fever and clamors for oranges. His mother has nothing else Give him something, only river water, so he is crying. Swallow, swallow, little swallow, will you take the ruby ​​off my sword hilt and send it to her? My feet are nailed to this statue, and I can't move .”

"My friends are waiting for me in Egypt," said the Swallow. "They are flying up and down the Nile, talking to the great lotus. They will soon go to sleep in the tomb of the great king. The king himself will sleep." There in his colorful coffin. His body was wrapped tightly in yellow cloth, and spices were used to preserve it. A chain of light green emeralds was tied around his neck, and all of his A hand is like a dry leaf."

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," demanded the Prince, "won't you stay with me for a night, and be my messenger? The boy is very thirsty, and his mother is very distressed."

"I don't like children," replied the Swallow. "I still remember two rough boys, the miller's sons, who used to throw stones at me when I was parked on the river last summer. Needless to say they We can't hit them; our swallows fly too fast to hit them, and I was born into a family known for their agility, so don't be afraid. But it's a sign of impoliteness after all."

But the Happy Prince's face was so sad that the little Swallow's heart softened.He said, "It's very cold here, but I'd like to spend the night with you, and I'm happy to be your messenger."

"Thank you, little swallow," said the prince.

The swallow pecked off the big ruby ​​from the prince's sword hilt, and flew up with it in its mouth, flying over the row upon row of roofs, and flew away into the distance.

He flew over the top of the cathedral tower and saw the marble statue of an angel there.He flew over the palace and heard the sound of dancing.A beautiful young girl is coming out on the terrace with her lover. "Look how beautiful the stars are, and how powerful love is!" he said to her. "I hope my dress will arrive sooner, in time for the big ball." Lotus; but those seamstresses are too lazy."

He flew over the river and saw countless lanterns hanging on the mast of the ship. He flew over the Jewish village and saw some old Jews doing business there, bargaining and weighing their money on copper scales.At last he came to the poor man's house and looked inside. The child was tossing feverishly on the bed, and the mother was fast asleep, because she was so tired.He jumped in through the window, and put the ruby ​​on the table, by the woman's thimble.Then he flew lightly around the bed for a while, flapping the child's forehead with his wings. "How cold I feel," said the boy, "I must be getting well." And he fell into a deep, sweet sleep.

The Swallow went back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done.He added: "This is a very strange thing. Although it is so cold, I feel very warm."

"That's because you did a good deed," said the prince.Little Swallow started to think about it, and then he fell asleep.He had the habit of dozing off whenever he thought about it.

After daybreak he flew down to the river to take a bath.A professor of poultry science walked across the bridge, saw it, and said, "It's a rare thing, there will be swallows in winter!" He wrote a long letter about it and sent it to the local newspaper for publication. .Everyone quotes the letter, even though it contains so many sentences they don't understand.

"I'm going to Egypt tonight," said the Swallow, who was very happy at the thought of his future.He visited all the public monuments in the city, and sat for some time on the steeples of the churches.Wherever he went, the sparrows squeaked and said to each other, "What a distinguished stranger this is!" So he had a great time playing.

When the moon was rising, he flew back to the Happy Prince.He asked, "Is there anything you want me to do in Egypt? I'm leaving soon."

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "won't you stay with me one more night?"

"My friends are waiting for me in Egypt," answered the Swallow, "to-morrow they will fly up the Nile to the Second Cataract, where the hippopotamus sleeps among the papyrus and Memnon sits on a throne of granite. He Watching the stars all night, when the morning star shines, he utters a cry of joy, and then falls silent. At noon, groups of yellow lions come down to the river to drink. They have the same eyes as beryl, Their roar is louder than the roar of the waterfall."

"Swallow, swallow, little swallow," said the prince, "far away, on the other side of the city, I saw a young man living in the top floor. He was writing with his head buried on a desk full of manuscript paper, and a In a large glass was a bouquet of withered violets. His hair was brown and tousled, his lips were as red as a pomegranate, and he had large, bleary eyes. He was writing a play for the theater The manager sent it, but he was too cold to write another word. There was no fire in the stove, and he was dazed with hunger."

"I'd like to stay with you one more night," said Swallow, who was indeed kind-hearted, "if you want me to give him a piece of red