Ivana Brlic-Mazuranic,
Croatian Tales of Long Ago
“ But it was in a good hour that Primrose did as his mother had taught him.He took the plate and ate of the red berries; and as he ate, the mist cleared before his eyes, his head and his heart stopped aching, and the ground no longer rocked beneath his feet.The red poison killed the black in Primrose’s veins. He merrily clapped his hands and went on his way as sound as a bell and as happy as a grig.And now he could see the top of the Mountain ahead of him, and Primrose thought:“This is the end of the world. There is nothing beyond the top. There I shall find Lavender.” ”
