Even while she wondered what it could be, the Ork plunged boldly into the mist and the other birds followed.

She could see nothing for a time, nor could the bird which carried her see where the Ork had gone, but it kept flying as sturdily as ever and in a few moments the mist was passed and the girl saw a most beautiful landscape spread out below her, extending as far as her eye could reach.
She saw bits of forest, verdure clothed hills, fields of waving grain, fountains, rivers and lakes; and throughout the scene were scattered groups of pretty houses and a few grand castles and palaces.
Over all this delightful landscape--which from Trot's high perch seemed like a magnificent painted picture--was a rosy glow such as we sometimes see in the west at sunset.

In this case, however, it was not in the west only, but everywhere.
No wonder the Ork paused to circle slowly over this lovely country.

The other birds followed his action, all eyeing the place with equal delight.

Then, as with one accord, the four formed a group and slowly sailed downward.