Eva's Adventures in Shadow-LandNauman, Mary D. (Mary Dummett)
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Eva's Adventures in Shadow-Land
Nauman, Mary D. (Mary Dummett)
Children's stories; Fairies -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy fiction
Then Aster threw himself down on the soft moss at Eva’s feet. But when
she asked him where he had learned the words of his song, he could
not tell her. Just then a cloud came over the face of the moon, hiding
her from their sight; and as the darkness came over everything, only
leaving for a moment the pale earth-light, it seemed to Eva that there
were faces looking at her, peeping from behind every tree; and then a
light breeze sprang up, just moving the flowers, and from the bell of
one of them seemed to come these words, all in verse, for in Fairy-Land
and in Shadow-Land people seldom speak in plain prose as we do:
O’er this spot do THEY have power,
Not here groweth Aster’s flower.
Wander, Eva, wander on
Till thy hand the prize hath won.
Then the breeze died away, and the voice was silent; and Eva saw
that Aster was asleep, and, frightened at the faces which made grimaces
and mocked at her, more angrily, she thought, on account of the warning
the flower had sung, she touched him to awaken him; and as she did so
the cloud passed from the face of the moon, and as once more her pure,
clear light returned, the ugly, threatening faces vanished, and Aster
awoke. But when Eva tried to tell him of what she had seen and heard
during his short sleep, she could only say these words:
Moss shall harden into stone,
Faces mock you o’er the sand;
Leading Aster by the hand,
From this spot ye must be gone.
Then Aster laughed, because Eva declared that these were not the words
which the flower had spoken; yet every time that she tried to recollect
and repeat them, she could only say the same thing over. Then she began
to try and tell him about the faces, and when she began to speak of
them, suddenly the full moon sank from the sky, and all was dark; and
then a strange drowsiness came over the children, and Eva and Aster,
nestled in each other’s arms, lay down to sleep upon the soft, green
moss, knowing that with the next moonrise they must go forth in search
of Aster’s lost flower.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Chapter VI.
_THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH._
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