Queued to start climbing the mountain. The later sweetened its splendor d’summer. A breeze carried as offert, perfumes of wild flowers. The branches moved, with a wave of fresh host, its leaves and relusentes. All the birds sang, num uproar of joy and praise. The waters running, jumping, lusidias, fired a live brightness, numa rush more lively. Glazing distant houses [380] lovable, flammejavam with a glow of gold. The whole mountain is offert in its true and eternal beauty. And, always ahead of our line, through the greenery, the air floated the white flag, the Jacinthinho not let go, from inside your basket, with the rod securely in hand. It was the flag of the Castello, affirm him.

And indeed it seemed that, for aquellas paths, alert the countryside and gentle nature, my-Prince, atrigueirado sunny and winds in the mountains, my cousin Joanninha, so sweet and cheerful mother, the first two representatives of his blessed courts, and I-so far from bitter illusions and false delights, treading ground eternal, and eternal strength, with the soul happy, happy, and God of us, quietly and safely climb to the Gran Castello of Good Fortune!