Xèijandhìm interrupted herself once more, and the ministers started looking at each other in evergrowing dismay, unable to figure out how that story might bear on the request to wall the little window facing the temple. I invited once more the woman to resume her tale, and so she did.
“Glad and relieved to find out about my little Fairy's fate, I did not realize that, as she spoke, I was stepping back one foot after another within the cave, until I stumbled and fell. I fell down and down and down, into a deep hole! The tiny Fairy shouted for help, being concerned, but nobody could hear her, and she was too fragile a spirit to take me out of there alone. I could not move, and felt a heavy pain in my wrists and ankles. Climbing out was out of the question. The Fairy was overwhelmed by guilt
