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This allegorical tale of a saintly king who moves heaven and earth for the good of his people is another winner for young audiences from Frances Hodgson Burnett, the author of the beloved children's book The Secret Garden. Easy to understand and full of inspiring messages about doing the right thing, The Land of the Blue Flower is a wonderful and memorable read.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 mai 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776534371
Langue	English

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THE LAND OF THE BLUE FLOWER
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FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT

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The Land of the Blue Flower First published in 1904 Epub ISBN 978-1-77653-437-1 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77653-438-8 © 2013 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
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Part One Part Two
Part One
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The Land of the Blue Flower was not called by that name until the tall,strong, beautiful King Amor came down from his castle on the mountaincrag and began to reign. Before that time it was called King Mordreth'sLand, and as the first King Mordreth had been a fierce and cruel kingthis seemed a gloomy name.
A few weeks before Amor was born, his weak, selfish boy-father—whosename was King Mordreth also—had been killed while hunting, and his fairmother with the clear eyes died when he was but a few hours old. Butearly in that day she sent for her venerable friend and teacher, who wassaid to be the oldest and wisest man in the world, and who long ago hadfled to a cave in the mountains, that he might see no more of the famineand disorder and hatred in the country spread out on the plains below.
He was a marvelous old man, almost a giant in size, and having greatblue eyes like deep sea-water. They, too, were clear eyes like the fairQueen's—they seemed to see all things and to hold in their depths nosingle thought which was not fine and great. The people were a littleafraid of him when they saw him go striding majestically through theirstreets. They had no name for him but The Ancient One. The lovely Queendrew aside the embroidered coverlet of her gold and ivory bed and showedhim the tiny baby sleeping by her side.
"He was born a King," she said. "No one can help him but you."
The Ancient One looked down at him.
"He has long limbs and strong ones. He will make a great King," he said."Give him to me."
The Queen held out the little newborn one in her arms. "Take him awayquickly before he hears the people quarreling at the palace gate," shesaid. "Take him to the castle on the mountain crag. Keep him there untilhe is old enough to come down and be King. When the sun sinks behind theclouds I shall die, but if he is with you he will learn what Kingsshould know."
The Ancient One took the child, folded him in his long gray robe andstrode majestically through the palace gates, through the ugly city andout over the plains to the mountain. When he began to climb its steepsides the sun was setting and casting a golden rose color over the bigrocks and the wild flowers and bushes which grew on every side, so thatthere seemed no path to be found. But the Ancient One knew his wayanywhere in the world without a path to guide him. He climbed andclimbed, and little King Amor slept soundly in the folds of his grayrobe.