Setting Sail for the New World
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.