"Very well.

Now, Griselda, shut your eyes.

First of all, I am going to sing." Griselda shut her eyes, and the cuckoo began his song.

It was something like what he had sung at the mandarins' palace, only even more beautiful.

It was so soft and dreamy, Griselda felt as if she could have sat there for ever, listening to it.
The first notes were low and murmuring.