Chapter 3 3. Fountain

Day after day, under the scorching sun, elephants and slaves exerted all their strength to carry countless buckets of water along the slope at the foot of the cliff to the top of the mountain.The day finally came, and all the people in the court gathered under the brightly colored cloth tents in Elysium. All eyes were fixed on Devil's Cliff and the many tiny figures moving on its summit.Flags were hoisted, and horns sounded in the distance below.At the foot of the cliff, the slaves pushed the levers with all their might and tugged at the ropes.However, time passed, and what people expected did not happen.

The king frowned, and the courtiers trembled.Even the great feather fan that fanned the king paused for a moment, but then moved faster again.Shouts came from the foothills of Jacques-Kabianla.It was a cry of joy and jubilation; it grew louder and louder as the people on the flower-laden paths echoed it.Along with the cheers, there was another voice, which was not so loud, but all the people who heard it had a feeling, as if some kind of deeply buried power was irresistibly attacking their own souls. The target rushed away. One after another, as if under the control of the magic power bursting from the ground, thin water jets sprayed into the cloudless sky.In the sky as high as four people, flowers made of water droplets bloomed in full bloom.The sunlight dyes the water flowers with all the brilliant colors of Jihong, making the landscape wonderful.In the whole history of Taborobani, its inhabitants have never seen such a spectacle.

The setting sun fell to the west unknowingly, and the height of the fountain also dropped quietly.Gradually they were no more than a man tall; the cistern, which had been filled with so much labor, was nearly dry.At this moment the king was satisfied; he raised a hand, and the jet of the fountain rose again after falling, as if making a final homage to the king, and then faded away soundlessly.The artificial lake has regained its mirror-like water surface, and the reflection of the Devil's Cliff that coexists with the sun and the moon is embedded in its shore like a mirror frame. "Well done the slaves," said Karidasa, "freed them all!"

Here - at the foot of the cliff, Karidasha opened up his imaginary paradise.The next thing—is to build a paradise on earth on the top of the cliff.