Mesto zo zlatého kameňa

Polly napokon zaletela dolu do starého mesta. Úzke uličky sa vinuli medzi nízkymi bielymi domami a jej krídla sa takmer dotýkali múrov po oboch stranách.

Polly flew down into the old town at last. Narrow streets wound between low white houses, and her wings almost touched the walls on both sides.

Uprostred mesta stál veľký kostol. Vyzeral skôr ako hrad než ako kostol, s vysokými múrmi, štíhlou vežou a cimburím tiahnucim sa po celom okraji strechy.

In the middle of the town stood a great church. It looked more like a castle than a church, with high walls, a tall tower, and battlements running along the top.

Bol postavený tiež zo zlatého kameňa. Ten istý kameň z jaskyne pri mori poslúžil na stavbu kostola aj veterných mlynov na kopci. Teraz Polly konečne pochopila, kam zmizol všetok ten vytesaný kameň.

It was built from golden stone too. The same stone from the cave by the sea had built the church, and the windmills on the hill as well. Now Polly finally understood where all that carved rock had gone.

Dolu v prístave sedel rybár vedľa svojej lode a rýchlymi rukami opravoval siete. Ranný úlovok sa v slnku leskol striebrom. Polly veselo zavolala pozdrav a letela ďalej popri vode.

Down at the port, a fisher sat beside his boat and mended his nets with quick hands. The morning catch shone silver in the sun. Polly called out a cheerful hello and flew on along the water.