The youngest sun made it to Sun Mountain.

Arriving at Sun Mountain the boy quickly tapped his horse. It reared up and flew with great speed to the door of the palace. The boy got down and entered the front hall. There he found one hundred beautiful fairies , each sitting at a loom and weaving a copy of his mother’s brocade.

The fairies  were all very surprised to se him. One came forth at last and spoke.

“We shall finish our weaving tonight and you may have your mother’s brocade tomorrow. Will it please you to wait here for the night?”

“Yes,” said the son. He sat down, prepared to wait forever if necessary for his mother’s treasure. Several fairies graciously attended him, bringing delicious fruit to refresh him. Instantly all his fatigue disappeared.

When dusk fell, the fairies hung form the center of the ceiling an enormous pearl which shone so brilliantly it lit the entire room. Then while they went on weaving, the youngest son went to sleep.

One fairy finally finished her brocade, but it was not nearly as well done as the one the widow had made. The sad fairy felt she could not part with the widow’s brocade and longed to live in that beautiful human world, so she embroidered a picture of herself on the original work.

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Next time: The Youngest Son Returns