Wanderer, bearing the great bow with which he had
shot dead nine blazing suns-at his side, his Golden
Mother, Hsi Wang Mu, beautiful as the moon, who
bore in her hands the peaches of immortality-and
Tsao-shen, also, the home-loving imp, his laughing
mouth smeared with honey-together with the mul-
titude of Shiin-seen, shy, delicate maidens and
bright-eyed, bearded sages.
From impossibly distant Cathay they had
travelled, bringing with them to safety, to the won-
der and joy of every Fairy, what all had thought
never to see again-a fire-breathing and terrible,
winged and wonderful Dragon.


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