Den gamle historie

Polly ser på trinene igen, tæt på. De er meget stejle, næsten som en stige. Hvert trin er lidt anderledes. Hun hopper ned ad de første par trin.

Up close Polly looks at the steps again. They are very steep, almost like a ladder. Every step is a little different. She hops down the first few.

Der er en gammel historie om trinene. Folk siger, at der kom soldater for længe siden. De ville angribe byen. Folk siger, at soldaterne huggede alle trinene på én nat.

There is an old story about the steps. People say that soldiers came to attack the town long ago. They say the soldiers cut all the steps in one night.

Det er en god historie. Men den er nok ikke sand. Man kan ikke hugge to hundrede trin i hård klippe på én nat. Og der var vagter her. De ville se arbejdet.

It is a good story. But it is probably not true. You cannot cut two hundred steps into hard rock in one night. And there were guards here. They would see the work.

Polly sætter sig på et trin. En stor havfugl flyver forbi under hende. Den flyver meget lavt over vandet. Den bevæger ikke vingerne.

Polly sits down on a step. A big seabird flies past below her. It flies very low over the water. It does not move its wings.