Three days the old bird feasted on those berries. Three days was he plucked and preened, each day returning to the lake to bathe. On the third day, when his great wings scattered the last drops of red water, they were revealed fresh and glossy, his eyes bright and alert, his strength returned.
He reached for the sky with renewed wings, all the long years fallen from him. Only Diuran the young poet
dared enter the red water to bathe.
From that time on as long as he lived, his eyes were strong and keen,
Not a tooth fell from his jaw nor a hair from his head,
And all sickness was unknown.
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