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
Of course, the next evening I began my journey through the halls (for I
knew not to which my dream had carried me), in the hope of proving the
dream to be a true one, by discovering my marble beauty upon her black
pedestal. At length, on reaching the tenth hall, I thought I recognised
some of the forms I had seen dancing in my dream; and to my
bewilderment, when I arrived at the extreme corner on the left, there
stood, the only one I had yet seen, a vacant pedestal. It was exactly
in the position occupied, in my dream, by the pedestal on which the
white lady stood. Hope beat violently in my heart.
“Now,” said I to myself, “if yet another part of the dream would but
come true, and I should succeed in surprising these forms in their
nightly dance; it might be the rest would follow, and I should see on
the pedestal my marble queen. Then surely if my songs sufficed to give
her life before, when she lay in the bonds of alabaster, much more
would they be sufficient then to give her volition and motion, when she
alone of assembled crowds of marble forms, would be standing rigid and
cold.”
But the difficulty was, to surprise the dancers. I had found that a
premeditated attempt at surprise, though executed with the utmost care
and rapidity, was of no avail. And, in my dream, it was effected by a
sudden thought suddenly executed. I saw, therefore, that there was no
plan of operation offering any probability of success, but this: to
allow my mind to be occupied with other thoughts, as I wandered around
the great centre-hall; and so wait till the impulse to enter one of the
others should happen to arise in me just at the moment when I was close
to one of the crimson curtains. For I hoped that if I entered any one
of the twelve halls at the right moment, that would as it were give me
the right of entrance to all the others, seeing they all had
communication behind. I would not diminish the hope of the right
chance, by supposing it necessary that a desire to enter should awake
within me, precisely when I was close to the curtains of the tenth
hall.
At first the impulses to see recurred so continually, in spite of the
crowded imagery that kept passing through my mind, that they formed too
nearly a continuous chain, for the hope that any one of them would
succeed as a surprise. But as I persisted in banishing them, they
recurred less and less often; and after two or three, at considerable
intervals, had come when the spot where I happened to be was
unsuitable, the hope strengthened, that soon one might arise just at
the right moment; namely, when, in walking round the hall, I should be
close to one of the curtains.
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