The golden heart, and other fairy stories — John Shaqi
The golden heart, and other fairy storiesJacob, Violet
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The golden heart, and other fairy stories
Jacob, Violet
Children's stories; Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
GREAT BLUE LOTOS-FLOWERS WERE COVERING THE BRINK TO THE
WATER’S EDGE _Frontispiece_
“OH!” CRIED THE LITTLE BOY, “I SEE A DARK THING FAR AWAY
IN FRONT” 10
A THING WHICH LOOKED LIKE A HUMAN FIGURE WAS LYING BY A
FIRE 20
THEN SHE TURNED HALF-STARTLED AND SAW THE PRINCE 42
THE SORCERER AND THE PRINCESSES 48
THE PROCESSION WAS SEVERAL MILES LONG 56
SHE FOUND HER SITTING AT THE WINDOW WATERING HER FLOWERS 70
A DEADLY COMBAT THEN ENSUED 96
THE DOVECOTE 102
MADDY NOREY SHOWS THE QUEEN THE ROOM BEHIND THE FIERY
ROSES 108
“NOW I AM SIMPLY PERFECT,” SAID SHE 122
THAT IS THE MOST CHARMING GIRL I HAVE EVER SEEN 128
HE RAN FORWARD AND HELD HER IN HIS ARMS 142
THE DAFFODIL PRINCESS 146
INSIDE THE HUT THE WITCH WAS SITTING BY THE FIRE 152
IN THE VERY MIDDLE OF THE FEAST THE PRINCE STOOD UP IN HIS
PLACE, CALLING ON ALL TO LISTEN 158
HE CAME DOWN ON A WEATHERCOCK, WHICH WAS FIXED ON TOP OF A
LARCH-TREE 164
_THE GOLDEN HEART_
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_Other Fairy Stories_
THE GOLDEN HEART
The night lay clear upon the North Sea, but now and then a soft wind
came floating by; it whistled through the rigging of a fishing smack in
which a little boy lay under a tarpaulin, peeping over the side of the
boat down into the water below.
His father had told him to be still and to go to sleep, so he lay
looking up at the spangled sky above, and the masts rocking to and fro
against the stars as the boat swayed about. Sometimes he thought the
tall, dark forms looked like black arms trying to reach the bright lamps
and put them out. He did not feel sleepy as he lay by himself and he
began to wonder, as he gazed into the water, how deep it was down there,
and whether the little fishes among the shells and seaweeds were ever
told by their fish-fathers to go to sleep, and, if so, whether they
found it as hard to do as he did.
Presently he saw the eyes of a great shining fish staring up at him. It
opened its mouth as if it wished to be friendly, but hardly knew how to
begin, so the little boy plucked up courage, though he had never met a
fish before and was not quite sure how to address one.
“Is it very cold in the sea?” he inquired shyly.
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