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
The sun’s eye
Is fierce at noon;
Thou and I
Will rest full soon.
And new strength
New work will meet;
Till, at length,
Long rest is sweet.
And now horse and rider had arrived near enough for me to see, fastened
by the long neck to the hinder part of the saddle, and trailing its
hideous length on the ground behind, the body of a great dragon. It was
no wonder that, with such a drag at his heels, the horse could make but
slow progress, notwithstanding his evident dismay. The horrid,
serpent-like head, with its black tongue, forked with red, hanging out
of its jaws, dangled against the horse’s side. Its neck was covered
with long blue hair, its sides with scales of green and gold. Its back
was of corrugated skin, of a purple hue. Its belly was similar in
nature, but its colour was leaden, dashed with blotches of livid blue.
Its skinny, bat-like wings and its tail were of a dull gray. It was
strange to see how so many gorgeous colours, so many curving lines, and
such beautiful things as wings and hair and scales, combined to form
the horrible creature, intense in ugliness.
The knight was passing me with a salutation; but, as I walked towards
him, he reined up, and I stood by his stirrup. When I came near him, I
saw to my surprise and pleasure likewise, although a sudden pain, like
a birth of fire, sprang up in my heart, that it was the knight of the
soiled armour, whom I knew before, and whom I had seen in the vision,
with the lady of the marble. But I could have thrown my arms around
him, because she loved him. This discovery only strengthened the
resolution I had formed, before I recognised him, of offering myself to
the knight, to wait upon him as a squire, for he seemed to be
unattended. I made my request in as few words as possible. He hesitated
for a moment, and looked at me thoughtfully. I saw that he suspected
who I was, but that he continued uncertain of his suspicion. No doubt
he was soon convinced of its truth; but all the time I was with him,
not a word crossed his lips with reference to what he evidently
concluded I wished to leave unnoticed, if not to keep concealed.
“Squire and knight should be friends,” said he: “can you take me by the
hand?” And he held out the great gauntleted right hand. I grasped it
willingly and strongly. Not a word more was said. The knight gave the
sign to his horse, which again began his slow march, and I walked
beside and a little behind.
We had not gone very far before we arrived at a little cottage; from
which, as we drew near, a woman rushed out with the cry:
“My child! my child! have you found my child?”
“I have found her,” replied the knight, “but she is sorely hurt. I was
forced to leave her with the hermit, as I returned. You will find her
there, and I think she will get better. You see I have brought you a
present. This wretch will not hurt you again.” And he undid the
creature’s neck, and flung the frightful burden down by the cottage
door.
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