Den gamle historien

Nær ser Polly på trappen igjen. Den er veldig bratt, nesten som en stige. Hvert trinn er litt forskjellig. Hun hopper ned de første trinnene.

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.

Det er en gammel historie om trappen. Folk sier at soldater kom for å angripe byen for lenge siden. De sier at soldatene hogg ut hele trappen på én natt.

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 sann. Man kan ikke hogge to hundre trinn i hard stein på én natt. Og det var vakter her. De ville se arbeidet.

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 setter seg på et trinn. En stor sjøfugl flyr forbi under henne. Den flyr veldig lavt over vannet. Den beveger ikke vingene.

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.