« Cierto dĂa, Volodioso sintiĂł sed y bajĂł a beber a un manantial, a la entrada del bosque. Luego se reclinĂł un momento en la hierba para descansar, con la espalda apoyada en un ĂĄrbol. Era una mañana de primavera y el sol se filtraba entre las ramas, de forma que venĂa a dar de lleno en la cabeza del joven AlmĂbar. De pronto, Volodioso creyĂł ver que sus cabellos resplandecĂan y que sus ojos se llenaban de un extraño fulgor, y aĂșn mĂĄs le pareciĂł que se elevaba sobre sus plantas.
-¿ Qué te pasa? -gritó, sobresaltado.
-Escucho lo que dicen los pĂĄjaros -contestĂł AlmĂbar.
-Âż CĂłmo lo que dicen...? -se impacientĂł Volodioso-. ÂĄSu lenguaje no es el nuestro! ÂżAcaso tĂș, torpe, lo conoces?
Pero veĂa claramente cĂłmo AlmĂbar seguĂa con la mirada y la sonrisa el revoloteo y el piar -de pronto destemplado- de los pĂĄjaros.
Al fin, Ă©stos rodearon a Volodioso, se posaron en sus hombros y en su cabeza y, suavemente, picotearon sus orejas y sus labios. Volodioso quedĂł inmĂłvil, casi aterrado en su estupor. Luego una nube ocultĂł el sol y, entre la espumosa neblina que ascendĂa del torrente, AlmĂbar quedĂł en la sombra. ParecĂa un pequeño elfo, de los que habĂa oĂdo hablar Volodioso a los sirvientes, aunque nunca les habĂa visto.
-Hermano -murmurĂł AlmĂbar, arrodillĂĄndose ante Ă©l-, los pĂĄjaros dicen que tĂș serĂĄs el Rey de Olar.
Aquellas palabras conmocionaron al segundón, que no pudo replicarle. Suavemente, le tomó de las manos, izåndole del suelo, y, en silencio, regresaron al Castillo. »
« One day, Volodioso felt thirsty and went down to drink at a spring, by the forest entrance. He then laid back to rest on the grass for a moment, his back leaning against a tree. It was a spring morning and the sun was filtering through the branches, hitting just onto young Almibar's head. Suddenly, Volodioso believed to see his locks glisten and his eyes fill up with a strange sheen, and even more it seemed to him that he was rising above his soles.
- What's wrong? he yelled, startled.
-I'm hearing what the birds say -AlmĂbar answered.
- How, what they say ...? -Volodioso grew impatient-. Their language is not ours! Do you by any chance, dummy, know of it?
But he could clearly see how AlmĂbar followed with his eyes and his smile the fluttering and the chirping -suddenly distempered- of the birds.
At last, they surrounded Volodioso, settling on his shoulders and head and, gently, pecked at his ears and lips. Volodioso froze, almost terrified in his stupor. Then a cloud hid the sun and, amid the foamy mist that rose from the torrent, AlmĂbar was left in the shadow. He looked like a little elf, the ones that Volodioso had heard of from the servants, though he had never seen them.
-Brother -muttered AlmĂbar, kneeling before him-, the birds say you will be King of Olar.
Those words shook up the second-to-the-throne, who couldn't retort. Gently, he grabbed him by the hands, lifting him off the ground, and, silently, they returned to the Castle. »





















