The High Place: A Comedy of DisenchantmentCabell, James Branch
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The High Place: A Comedy of Disenchantment
Cabell, James Branch
Fantasy fiction; Historical fiction; Middle Ages -- Fiction
Acaire was old, it had been a forest since there was a forest anywhere:
and all its denizens came now to do honor to the champion who had
released them from their long sleeping. The elves came, in their blue
low-crowned hats; the gnomes, in red woolen clothes; and the kobolds,
in brown coats that were covered with chips and sawdust. The dryads and
other tree spirits of course went verdantly appareled: and after these
came fauns with pointed furry ears, and the nixies with green teeth and
very beautiful flaxen hair, and the duergar, whose loosely swinging
arms touched the ground when they walked, and the queer little rakhna,
who were white and semi-transparent like jelly, and the Bush Gods that
were in Acaire the oldest of living creatures and had quite outlived
their divinity. From all times and all mythologies they came, and they
made a tremendous to-do over Florian and the might which had rescued
them from their centuries of sleeping under Mélusine’s enchantment.
He bore his honors very modestly. But Florian delighted to talk with
these guests, who came of such famous old families: and they told him
strange tales of yesterday and of the days before yesterday, and it
seemed to him that many of these stories were not quite logical. Few
probabilities thrived at Brunbelois. Meanwhile the Elm Dwarfs danced
for him, pouring libations from the dew pools; the Strömkarl left its
waterfall in the forest, to play very sweetly for Florian upon the
golden harp whose earlier music had been more dangerous to hear; and
the Korrid brought him tribute in the form of a purse containing hair
and a pair of scissors. And it was all profoundly delightful.
“I approve of the high place,” said Florian, upon the morning of his
marriage: “for here I seem to go about a more heroic and more splendid
world than I had hoped ever to inhabit.”
“Then, why,” asked Helmas, “do you not remain at Brunbelois, instead
of carrying off my daughter to live in that low sort of place down
yonder? Why do you two not stay at Brunbelois, and be the King and
Queen here after I am gone?”
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