"They are the thunder rams," replied the woman.
And when he looked more closely he noticed that these sheep walked around in proud, savage fashion, quite different from ordinary sheep.
Liu I added: "But if I deliver the letter for you, and you succeed in getting back to the Sea of Dungting in safety, then you must not use me like a stranger."
The woman answered: "How could I use you as a stranger? You shall be my dearest friend."
And with these words they parted.
In course of a month Liu I reached the Sea of Dungting, asked for the orange-tree and, sure enough, found it. He loosened his girdle, and struck the tree with it three times. At once a warrior emerged from the waves of the sea, and asked: "Whence come you, honored guest?"
Liu I said: "I have come on an important mission and want to see the King."
The warrior made a gesture in the direction of the water, and the waves turned into a solid street along which he led Liu I. The dragon-castle rose before them with its thousand gates, and magic flowers and rare grasses bloomed in luxurious profusion. The warrior bade him wait at the side of a great hall.
Liu I asked: "What is this place called?"
"It is the Hall of the Spirits," was the reply.
Liu I looked about him: all the jewels known to earth were there in abundance. The columns were of white quartz, inlaid with green jade; the seats were made of coral, the curtains of mountain crystal as clear as water, the windows of burnished glass, adorned with rich lattice-work. The beams of the ceiling, ornamented with amber, rose in wide arches. An exotic fragrance filled the hall, whose outlines were lost in darkness.
Liu I had waited for the king a long time. To all
