THE VALLEY OF DIAMONDS.
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Ruskin, John
A very idle talk, by the dining-room fire, after raisin-and-almond time.
Old Lecturer; Florrie, Isabel, May, Lily, andSibyl.
Old Lecturer (L.). Come here, Isabel, and tell me what the make-believe was, this afternoon.
Isabel (arranging herself very primly on the foot-stool). Such a dreadful one! Florrie and I were lost in the Valley of Diamonds.
L. What! Sindbad's, which nobody could get out of?
Isabel. Yes; but Florrie and I got out of it.
L. So I see. At least, I see you did; but are you sure Florrie did?
Isabel. Quite sure.
Florrie (putting her head round from behind L.'s sofa-cushion). Quite sure. (Disappears again.)
L. I think I could be made to feel surer about it.
(Florrie reappears, gives L. a kiss, and again exit.)
L. I suppose it's all right; but how did you manage it?
Isabel. Well, you know, the eagle that took up Sindbad was very large—very, very large—the largest of all the eagles.
L. How large were the others?
Isabel. I don't quite know—they were so far off. But this one was, oh, so big! and it had great wings, as wide as—twice over the ceiling. So, when it was picking up Sindbad, Florrie and I thought it wouldn't know if we got on its back too: so I got up first, and then I pulled up Florrie, and we put our arms round its neck, and away it flew.
L. But why did you want to get out of the valley? and why haven't you brought me some diamonds?
Isabel. It was because of the serpents. I couldn't pick up even the least little bit of a diamond, I was so frightened.
L. You should not have minded the serpents.
Isabel. Oh, but suppose that they had minded me?
L. We all of us mind you a little too much, Isabel, I'm afraid.
Isabel. No—no—no, indeed.
L. I tell you what, Isabel—I don't believe either Sindbad, or Florrie, or you, ever were in the Valley of Diamonds.
Isabel. You naughty! when I tell you we were!
L. Because you say you were frightened at the serpents.
Isabel. And wouldn't you have been?
L. Not at those serpents. Nobody who really goes into the valley is ever frightened at them—they are so beautiful.
Isabel (suddenly serious). But there's no real Valley of Diamonds, is there?
L. Yes, Isabel; very real indeed.
Florrie (reappearing). Oh, where? Tell me about it.
L. I cannot tell you a great deal about it; only I know it is very different from Sindbad's. In his valley, there was only a diamond lying here and there; but, in the real valley, there are diamonds covering the grass in showers every morning, instead of dew: and there are clusters of trees, which look like lilac trees; but, in spring, all their blossoms are of amethyst.
Florrie. But there can't be any serpents there, then?
L. Why not?
Florrie. Because they don't come into such beautiful places.
L. I never said it was a beautiful place.
Florrie. What! not with diamonds strewed about it like dew?
L. That's according te your fancy, Florrie. For myself, I like dew better.
Isabel. Oh, but the dew won't stay; it all dries!
L. Yes; and it would be much nicer if the diamonds dried too, for the people in the valley have to sweep them off the grass, in heaps, whenever they want to walk on it; and then the heaps glitter so, they hurt one's eyes.
Florrie. Now you're just playing, you know.
L. So are you, you know.