Adventure stories; Fools and jesters -- Fiction; France -- History -- Medieval period, 987-1515 -- Fiction; Love stories
Had he known, he could have used no better method of allurement than
this very silence. The boy saw himself in a manner a host. He had
averred, and truly, this was no private ground, nevertheless it was
ground but rarely visited save by him. This gave him in a sense
possession of it. It had become his by some inscrutable law of communion
with its spirit. An’ you are alive to the great elemental forces of
Nature, you will find a waiting spirit in all isolated places, ready to
welcome or repel according to the kindredship of your soul. Welcomed,
you are made lord of the domain by tacit consent. You return again and
yet again till it becomes more fully yours by sovereign right. The
presence of an intruder is made known to you rather by the resentfulness
of the spirit of the place than by any volition of your own.
Aelred found the man beside him no intruder: he knew him for a welcomed
guest. Therefore it behooved him to show hospitality. To this end, he
broke presently into shy yet courteous speech.
“A thrush nested in yon thorn-bush in the spring. I saw her teach three
little ones to fly.”
Here came opportunity. They were off in a moment among bird and beast,
capping each other with greater marvel as to the ways of the woodland
creatures. Aelred found his master in these matters. Ere long he became
sole listener, drinking in the man’s words with eager ears. Peregrine
told him of his own boyish rescuing of the hare from the huntsmen and
harriers. Further, of finding, once on a time, a sorely wounded fox cub,
of the vixen’s moan over it; told of carrying it back to her lair the
while she trotted beside him, dog-like in her confidence; told of her
jealous guard of it through the days of its mending; and, at the last
how he had returned to find her and her young playing before the nest,
the once injured cub among them; told how she had picked it from among
the rest and laid it at his feet in gratitude, yelping softly with
delight the while.
Here was comradeship of taste that brought them to quick understanding.
There is none that draws together so quickly or so surely. Anon
Peregrine ventured on the matter most present to his mind; spoke briefly
of his seeking. He put no question; making his own desire known, he
waited. Aelred, having seen a comrade in the man, was quick to give a
comrade’s aid. His face a-quiver he spoke eagerly.
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