Vand i bunden

Det sidste stykke af trinene er anderledes. Klippen er våd nu. Den er mørk og kold. I bunden er der en lille grotte.

The last part of the steps is different. The rock is wet now. It is dark and cold. At the bottom there is a small cave.

Inde i grotten kommer der ferskvand ud af klippen. Polly smager på det. Det er koldt og godt. Havet er lige der, men det her vand er ikke salt.

Inside the cave, fresh water comes out of the rock. Polly tastes it. It is cold and sweet. The sea is right there, but this water is not salty.

Regnen falder på landet ovenover. Klippen deroppe er kalksten. Vandet siver ned i den. Det løber ned inde i stenen og kommer ud her.

Rain falls on the land above. The rock up there is limestone. The water sinks into it. It travels down inside the stone and comes out here.

Nu forstår Polly trinene. Soldater lavede dem ikke på én nat. Munke lavede dem, langsomt, i mange år. De ville have det her vand.

Now Polly understands the steps. Soldiers did not make them in one night. Monks made them, slowly, for many years. They wanted this water.