Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and WomenMacDonald, George
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Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women
MacDonald, George
Fantasy fiction
I tried, but my arm trembled so much, that I could not couch my lance.
To tell the truth, I, who had overcome the giant, shook like a coward
before this knight. He gave a scornful laugh, that echoed through the
wood, turned his horse, and said, without looking round, “Follow me.”
I obeyed, abashed and stupefied. How long he led, and how long I
followed, I cannot tell. “I never knew misery before,” I said to
myself. “Would that I had at least struck him, and had had my
death-blow in return! Why, then, do I not call to him to wheel and
defend himself? Alas! I know not why, but I cannot. One look from him
would cow me like a beaten hound.” I followed, and was silent.
At length we came to a dreary square tower, in the middle of a dense
forest. It looked as if scarce a tree had been cut down to make room
for it. Across the very door, diagonally, grew the stem of a tree, so
large that there was just room to squeeze past it in order to enter.
One miserable square hole in the roof was the only visible suggestion
of a window. Turret or battlement, or projecting masonry of any kind,
it had none. Clear and smooth and massy, it rose from its base, and
ended with a line straight and unbroken. The roof, carried to a centre
from each of the four walls, rose slightly to the point where the
rafters met. Round the base lay several little heaps of either bits of
broken branches, withered and peeled, or half-whitened bones; I could
not distinguish which. As I approached, the ground sounded hollow
beneath my horse’s hoofs. The knight took a great key from his pocket,
and reaching past the stem of the tree, with some difficulty opened the
door. “Dismount,” he commanded. I obeyed. He turned my horse’s head
away from the tower, gave him a terrible blow with the flat side of his
sword, and sent him madly tearing through the forest.
“Now,” said he, “enter, and take your companion with you.”
I looked round: knight and horse had vanished, and behind me lay the
horrible shadow. I entered, for I could not help myself; and the shadow
followed me. I had a terrible conviction that the knight and he were
one. The door closed behind me.
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