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THE KISS-DIAMOND... Part Two. THE KISS-DIAMOND...Part Two. “You realize.” said the Woodpecker. “If we cannot get back in the twelve hours the chosen bird will turn to stone.” “But we must try. We must get the Kiss-Diamond back for the sake of the Kiss- and the Mortals who have faith in all Fairy-Folk.” I said. “Well I would be the most obvious choice.” offered the Woodpecker. “For I have the most colourful body, with my deep red head, green chest, blue body and yellow wings. I also have the bravest of hearts!” he cried, then considered. “But I have to lead the way, to keep my King Oberon and his dear Queen Titania safe.” he finished. “Well the Golden-Eagle cannot stay.” I stated. “Even though his colour will be all the more golden with the Sun’s rays. But he has to carry me on his back.” “What about the Peacock?” hooted the Owl. “Surely the Peacock with its beautiful eyes is the most colourful bird of all.” Woodpecker tutted with impatience. “Don’t you know the Peacock spends most of its time looking into the Glass-Trees, admiring its tail. It’s too vain. And besides, the Peacock has to stay here because the Dell-Fairies need the eyes on its tail to give to the new-born babies.” he said. “Then perhaps we might ask the Humming-Bird.” stated Oberon. “Surely the Humming-Bird is the most beautiful of birds. It has the most beautiful iridescent colours which light up the world as it sips the nectar from inside the flowers.” “Most true, your Royal Highness.” agreed the Owl, then consided… “But what happens if none of you come back in time, later than twelve fairy hours. The Humming-Bird will turn to stone and then it cannot collect the nectar which Mortals need to sweeten their porridge in the mornings?” Once more the Woodpecker tutted disdainfully. “Look, you silly Owl.” he exclaimed. “If we don’t get back in time from this most dangerous mission then the Mortals will not have a Forever-Time, which means they will not want sweet nectar for their porridge!” “Please dear friends, let us not have any disagreements.” broke in Oberon. “Let us just ask the Humming-Bird if he will take the place of the Kiss-Diamond till we get back.” “Will the Humming-Bird come forward!” hooted the Owl loudly. The Humming-Bird came shyly forward on quick fluttering wings. “Dear, sweet Humming-Bird.” said Titania. “Will you stay, cushioned by the Rosemary-Bush and allow your body to light the fields of Love-Fruit up so the Kiss- can harvest the Love-Fruit?” “I will be happy to serve the Mortals” the Humming-Bird bravely agreed, its small body shining all the colours of the rainbow as its wings flashed to the Sun. The Humming-Bird lay quietly, settling itself in the Rosemary-Bush. The Sun shone brightly, its rays bouncing in reflected glory from the shimmering iridescence of the Humming-Bird so that it lit up the whole of the Love-Fields and showing the Love-Fruit, which hung in bright red lusciousness from the fruit bushes. With shouts of joy and clapping their hands the Kiss- came tumbling out from their Nesting- Houses, beginning to collect the fruit in baskets, their tears of joy starting to fall as soft silver pearl-drops. All the Fairy-Folk cheered loudly, calling out in praise of the brave Humming-Bird who had put itself in danger of being turned to stone for the sake of the Mortals on earth below. “Now we must hurry.” said Oberon. “For we only have the twelve fairy hours.” “Then we are ready!” shouted Woodpecker. “Wait.” commanded Oberon, the thought suddenly striking him. “Where exactly are the Dark-Lands?” Woodpecker, who had started to fly into the sky now came back down so quickly that he came to earth with a bump. Everyone stopped talking as they all looked from one to the other. “Well?” asked Oberon. “What way shall we go?” “You go to the Sparkling River and ask the Otter-Folk.” came a small voice. Everyone turned on hearing the voice of the Tyree-Mouse, its whiskered face poking out from a Coconut Bush. “I know where the Sparkling River is!” cried the Golden-Eagle. Everyone began to cheer the Tyree-Mouse so that the little creature blushed even redder than its body before quickly popping back into the bush. “One more thing your Royal Majesty” said the Owl, facing Oberon. “What is it now?” demanded the Woodpecker, anxious to be off. The Owl ignored the Woodpecker with a grand gesture before talking directly to Oberon. “Would it not be better if your Majesty and the Queen became Masked. If you left our lands Un-Masked you may get recognized by the bad Terror-Skins and the like who will take you away.” “The Owl is right.” I said. “Let you and the Queen become Masked so no-one will recognize you both, till you want others to know who you are.” Oberon took off the opal ring from the middle finger of his right hand and put it on the middle finger of his left hand. Immediately his face and body underwent a change so that he looked just like one of the Fairy-Togs, those who worked on the Dragonfly farm. “Do as I did, dear Queen Titania.” said Oberon. Titania changed the ring to her left hand and took on the mask and shape of another ordinary Fairy-Tog. “Now we are ready!” shouted the Golden-Eagle and I felt the powerful flight muscles of the Golden-Eagle tense beneath me and was soon lifted up high into the air and speeding away to the West. “Follow me!” shouted the Golden-Eagle. Below, the crowd waved upwards and I heard the sounds of the cheers grow fainter as we flew. Oberon, Titania and Woodpecker following behind. It seemed as if the Golden-Eagle flew to the roof of nature’s sky and flashing against the Sun while I held on tight, clutching at the neck feathers with all my might. “Look!” exclaimed the Golden-Eagle, suddenly swooping down so that I felt my stomach turn a somersault and I held on even more grimly. As we approached the Tor-Mountain, I saw an outcrop near its top with a hole in its center, from which spewed a shower of water that had all the colours of the rainbow, arching out and falling till it splashed itself in a firework display, forming a pool of paintwork far below. “That’s the fount of the Sparkling River.” said the Golden-Eagle. “See how it begins to run from the source-pool? We have to follow its source, between the mountains till we reach the place where the Otter-Folk live.” From above we could see the river as it ran, like a silver snake, through tall mountains and tall trees. Now, as we flew lower, we could see white tips riding the waves, while the noise of cheering and whistles seemed to come from hidden cracks and crevices within the rocks and hidden holes in the trees. 
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I can visualize it all so well in my mind's eye 
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