A brother to dragons, and other old-time talesRives, Amélie
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A brother to dragons, and other old-time tales
Rives, Amélie
American fiction -- 19th century
And I followed, for I knew not what would happen an he claimed his kiss
as he had threatened (knowing as did I, that in verity my lady's shoe
would a been a tight fit for her temper).
But when he was arrived at the top, lo! they had both fled, neither had
they left so much as a ribbon behind them. Then the lad laughed again,
as pleasant a laugh as e'er I heard in all my days, and quoth he, "I
would be but a poor prince an I had not to search for my little
princess." So off he starts, and I after him, up and down corridors, in
at half-open doors, out upon balconies, hither and thither, after the
manner o' my little lady on her most unquiet days, till at last, for the
sake o' peace, I did slyly lead him in the direction o' the great
nursery. There, catching sight o' a little red petticoat, he enters,
where stand my truant elves confessed, Mistress Marian frowning and
biting o' her dark hair, but my little lady like to stifle, with both
hands over her mouth to hide her smiles, and her blue eyes dancing a
very Barley Break o' mirth among the yellow sheaves o' her tresses.
Then there was much parley o'er the fitting o' the shoe, as both damsels
did straightway sit down upon their feet, neither for a long time would
they move an eyelash, till his lordship, with a twink o' his eye at me,
did suggest corns and bunions as a reason for their 'havior--and, Lord!
then 'twas pretty to mark how like little chicks beneath their dam's
feathers, first one little foot and then the other did steal out from
the rich lace o' their petticoats. And ere one could cry "Oh!" for a
pinch, he had slipt the shoe on my little lady's wee foot, and had
kissed her right heartily. Moreo'er, what I did most marvel at, was that
she neither cuffed nor sought to cuff him, but dropt down her head until
her hair made a veil before her face, and moved that foot whereon he had
set her shoe, gently back and forth as though the leather was stiff to
her ankle, and I saw that she looked at it from under her heavy hair.
But Mistress Marian still held aloof, and chewed upon her dark locks
like a heifer on its cud. And her eyes were every whit as dark and
solemn as a very cow's. Then the young lord laughed again, and cried
out, "Ha! the ox-eyed June!" or some such apery, and went and kneeled
before her in mock fashion, as before a queen, and quoth he, "Fair
goddess" (for 'twas afterwards explained to me what manner of being was
a goddess, namely, some kind of a foreign fairy)--"Fair goddess," quoth
he, "show me how I may dispel thy wrath." And still she scowled on him,
but spoke no word. And he continued, and said, "I prithee, fair lady,
cast but one smile upon thy humble knight" (thou mind'st their pretty
foolery has stuck i' my old pate unto this day).
Then she answered and saith, "Thou silly lad, how can I be a goddess and
a lady both in one? Thou hast not even enough wit to make a good fool.
So!" (for Mistress Marian had a sharp tongue at times).
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