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Fairy Adventures from Chronicles of Pantouflia By Andrew Lang

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48                            PRINCE PRIGIO.
T was dreadfully hot, even high up in the air, where the prince hung invisible. Great burning stones were tossed up by the vol­cano, and nearlv hit him several times. Moreover, the steam and smoke, and the flames which the Firedrake spouted like foam from his nostrils, would have daunted even the bravest man. The sides of the hill, too, were covered with the blackened ashes of his victims, whom he had roasted when they came out to kill him. The garden-engine of poor little Alphonso was lying in the valley, all broken and useless. But the Firedrake, as happy as a wild duck on a lonely lock, was rolling and diving in the liquid flame, all red-hot and full of frolic. " Hi! " shouted the prince. The Firedrake rose to the surface, his horns as red as a red crescent-moon, only bigger, and lashing the fire with his hoofs and his blazing tail.
" Who's there? " he said in a hoarse, angry voice. "Just let me get at you ! "
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