“Go to, good friend; have you not enough with your own shadow? What
you propose is a very strange bargain.” He interrupted me with, “I
have many a useful thing in my pocket that your Honour might find
convenient; for this inestimable shadow there is no price I should deem
too high. To show my gratitude to you, sir, I would give you your own
choice of all the treasures I carry about with me. I have miraculous
wands of the witch-hazel, I have Mercury’s cap and potent draughts,
the dish-cloth of Roland’s page, and a Homunculus, but best of all is
the magic purse of Fortunatus.” “A magic purse,” I interrupted him,
and great as was my horror, he had captured my sensibilities with that
word. A deathly giddiness came over me, and rows of ducats seemed to
twinkle before my eyes.
“Would your Honour have the goodness to examine the purse?” He put
his hand in his pocket and drew out a medium-sized, strongly-made bag
of leather, with heavy leather cords for draw-strings, and handed me
the same. I put my hand in and pulled out ten golden coins, and ten
more, and ten more, and ten more. I held out my hand to him: “It is
a bargain; for the bag I’ll give you my shadow.” He clasped my hand
to seal the bargain, and then quickly knelt down before me, and with
marvellous dexterity loosening my shadow from the grass, he lifted it,
rolled it up, folded it, and at last put it in his pocket. He arose,
bowed once more, and then vanished among the rose bushes. Methought I
heard him laugh softly to himself. I held the bag tightly in my hands.
Round about me the earth was bright with sunshine, and within me there
was as yet no wisdom.
* * * * *
Meanwhile it had grown late, and, unnoticed, the dawn preceding sunrise
was brightening the sky. It was a very unpleasant surprise when I
looked up and saw the glory of colour unfold in the east. There was no
refuge on this open plain that I was traversing from the approaching
sun, and that too at an hour when shadows sport their utmost extension!
And I was not alone! I glanced at my companion, and once more I
trembled. He was no other than the man in grey.
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