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
We travelled on together all that day. She left me when twilight came
on; but next day, at noon, she met me as before, and again we travelled
till evening. The third day she came once more at noon, and we walked
on together. Now, though we had talked about a great many things
connected with Fairy Land, and the life she had led hitherto, I had
never been able to learn anything about the globe. This day, however,
as we went on, the shadow glided round and inwrapt the maiden. It could
not change her. But my desire to know about the globe, which in his
gloom began to waver as with an inward light, and to shoot out flashes
of many-coloured flame, grew irresistible. I put out both my hands and
laid hold of it. It began to sound as before. The sound rapidly
increased, till it grew a low tempest of harmony, and the globe
trembled, and quivered, and throbbed between my hands. I had not the
heart to pull it away from the maiden, though I held it in spite of her
attempts to take it from me; yes, I shame to say, in spite of her
prayers, and, at last, her tears. The music went on growing in,
intensity and complication of tones, and the globe vibrated and heaved;
till at last it burst in our hands, and a black vapour broke upwards
from out of it; then turned, as if blown sideways, and enveloped the
maiden, hiding even the shadow in its blackness. She held fast the
fragments, which I abandoned, and fled from me into the forest in the
direction whence she had come, wailing like a child, and crying, “You
have broken my globe; my globe is broken—my globe is broken!” I
followed her, in the hope of comforting her; but had not pursued her
far, before a sudden cold gust of wind bowed the tree-tops above us,
and swept through their stems around us; a great cloud overspread the
day, and a fierce tempest came on, in which I lost sight of her. It
lies heavy on my heart to this hour. At night, ere I fall asleep,
often, whatever I may be thinking about, I suddenly hear her voice,
crying out, “You have broken my globe; my globe is broken; ah, my
globe!”
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