佛莫瑞人心想现在安全了，于是来到路边一座空着的城堡中，歇脚下来举行宴会，并且把偷来的魔琴挂在了墙上。
Then they thought they were safe, and they turned aside into a vacant castle, by the road, and sat down to a banquet, hanging the stolen harp on the wall.
达格达拿起魔琴，在琴弦上用手重重地扫出三个庄严的弦音。
And the Dagda took his harp and swept his hand across the strings in three great, solemn chords.
当达格达再一次轻轻地触弄他的魔琴时，一种甜蜜、轻柔，如梦似幻的音乐悄悄地流淌出来：这就是美梦的乐音。
Once more the Dagda touched his harp, but very, very softly. And now a music stole forth as soft as dreams, and as sweet as joy: it was the magic Music of Sleep.
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