cavern has one wing out here in the warm summer, and the other within in the cold winter.”
“And that is the way to the Garden of Paradise?” asked the Prince.
So now they entered the cavern: oh, how icy cold it was! but it did not last long. The East Wind spread out his wings, and they shone like a glowing fire. But what a cavern! The huge blocks of stone, from which the water trickled, hung over them in the most extraordinary shapes. Sometimes the passage was so narrow that they were obliged to creep along on hands and feet; and again it was as broad and high as under the open heaven. It looked like a subterranean chapel, with silent organ-pipes and petrified organ.
“Suely we are going by the path of Death into the Garden of Paradise, are we not?” said the Prince. But the East Wind answered not a word: he only pointed forwards, where the loveliest blue light gleamed towards them. The blocks of stone above their heads became more and
