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
Entering by a wide gateway, but without gates, into an inner court,
surrounded on all sides by great marble pillars supporting galleries
above, I saw a large fountain of porphyry in the middle, throwing up a
lofty column of water, which fell, with a noise as of the fusion of all
sweet sounds, into a basin beneath; overflowing which, it ran into a
single channel towards the interior of the building. Although the moon
was by this time so low in the west, that not a ray of her light fell
into the court, over the height of the surrounding buildings; yet was
the court lighted by a second reflex from the sun of other lands. For
the top of the column of water, just as it spread to fall, caught the
moonbeams, and like a great pale lamp, hung high in the night air,
threw a dim memory of light (as it were) over the court below. This
court was paved in diamonds of white and red marble. According to my
custom since I entered Fairy Land, of taking for a guide whatever I
first found moving in any direction, I followed the stream from the
basin of the fountain. It led me to a great open door, beneath the
ascending steps of which it ran through a low arch and disappeared.
Entering here, I found myself in a great hall, surrounded with white
pillars, and paved with black and white. This I could see by the
moonlight, which, from the other side, streamed through open windows
into the hall.
Its height I could not distinctly see. As soon as I entered, I had the
feeling so common to me in the woods, that there were others there
besides myself, though I could see no one, and heard no sound to
indicate a presence. Since my visit to the Church of Darkness, my power
of seeing the fairies of the higher orders had gradually diminished,
until it had almost ceased. But I could frequently believe in their
presence while unable to see them. Still, although I had company, and
doubtless of a safe kind, it seemed rather dreary to spend the night in
an empty marble hall, however beautiful, especially as the moon was
near the going down, and it would soon be dark. So I began at the place
where I entered, and walked round the hall, looking for some door or
passage that might lead me to a more hospitable chamber. As I walked, I
was deliciously haunted with the feeling that behind some one of the
seemingly innumerable pillars, one who loved me was waiting for me.
Then I thought she was following me from pillar to pillar as I went
along; but no arms came out of the faint moonlight, and no sigh assured
me of her presence.
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