Where the stars are not counted CHAPTER X
Therefore I lived in the palace and learned the curious habits of the people who does not know either sun or moon. I, who had been brought up in a castle suspended in the clouds, had to learn to live where no wind blows, where the stars are not counted, nor was the seven-coloured rainbow ever seen! Nevertheless, in that place so bizarre and different, I met a girl I fell in love with. Her name was Cisièl, and, as the pumpkin hermit had foreseen, she was the daughter of a nobleman. I could have never offered her any better a gift to win her hand than the two magical earrings. The couple of grey pebbles, once they were put upon Cisièl's ears, turned into violet gemstones alight with shimmering reflections, such as only a few have been seen even u
