Book2:KigdomIteDreams (第24/246页)

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    Bythattime,duskdesded.Everythingwasinreadiness.AishaorderedDimitri’sluxurious15thturygalleonbebroughtoutfromthedodthebeautiesboardedittosetsailslowlytiantMountain.Bythattime,newsoftheimmihome-ing,thatverynight,ofKingDimitrihadspreadlikewildfirethroughoutthepopuce.Boatsandoesflockedoer,filledtocapacitywithloyalsubjectstheretoweletheirkinghomeagain.Medusastoodatthebowofthevesselwithargehornmadeofseashellinherhand,soundingoutanunhurried,leisurelywarning.HearingtheflowingnotesofherhorndriftingtowardsthemandseeingKingDimitri’shugecraftemergingfromthedusk,thenativeshurriedlyturheirboatstowardsthesidetoprovideleewayfortheroyalship.Aftercrossingthebroadexpanseofwater,theyarrivedatGiantMountainandthebeautieswentashore.Thetemporarydock,thoughsturdilystructed,showedsignsofwearandtear,havingsustaiheweightofunloadingmillionsoftonsofsolidgoldbricks.Buttherewasnotimenowtofixit.Theywalkedalongthelongdotiltheycametoahugedragon’shead,soskillfullysculpturedthatitsawe-inspiringeyesandimposinghoredtheloftydignityandmajesticseverityofthedragon,thissymbolofroyalty.Itsopenmouthseemedcapableofsuginandholdialvolumeofwaterinthekeaingitoutatwill.Thetwoheavysolidgoldgatesbuiltintothedragon’smouthopeharesoundingg,andthebeautiesfiledthroughthemontothewindinggoldpathwaythathuggedandfollowedthetwistsandturnsofthemountain,whichresembledthebodyon.Asthebeautieswalkedupthestepsthatledtothetopofthemountain,theysawthatbothsidesofthepathwaywerestilluntendedbarrensoil,wherepienantgoldbrickswerescatteredalloverandytherefotten.Buttheykhatsoongianttreeswouldbepnted,whoseentwiningbranchesandflourishingfoliagewouldbringamultitudeofluxuriantemeraldshade.Myriadsoffllowingwithallhuesandcolorsofthespectrumwouldburstintoblossom,vyingtfragrandvarietytothemountainpathway,whiotimewouldbefloodedbyaseaofflowers.Attheendofthepathwasahugeool,acrosstheterofwhichwasageinewiththegoldpathway.Ninegons,strategicallypthepool,sproutedoutstreamsofwater,skillfullymeizedtoformadelicatewebofintercedwaterstreamscrisscrossingabovethebridge.Fishesswamaboutfreelyinthepool,flooredwithgoldsand.Thewaterwasleduphillfromthekeatthefootofthemountainthroughintrinsicdesignssothatthefishwerefreetoeandgoatwill.Thebeautieswalkedoverthebridgeandstoodinthesquare,whiandedafullviewofthekebelow.Themajestic,imposinggoldpacewasierofthesquare.

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    Nighthaddesded,butthepaceglowedwithasoftfluorestradiaurasthemoonlight.Itwasthebrilliahehugedelier–thepricelesspearlwhigdownfromthetopofthedomeofthepace.KingDimitri’sthronecedfagtheentrahehall,withtwelvechairsoneachside,fasemi-circlelikeacrestmoon.Eachwall,eanwasanartisticallysculpturedfrescopicturingonephaseoflifeofeachofthebeauties.OnonewallwasAishabookinhand,totallyabsorbedinherreading,oblivioustoallelse.OnanotherwasthesleepiyAngelica,whoseenigmaticsmilewasentigandmesmerizingasever.OtherfrescosdepictedDeanaswimmingintheke,elleprayilyandStephanie,deepinption,whosethoughtsseemedtohaveflownhighintotheclouds.ThewallbehindKingDi