As the day wore on and still Orion slept heavily, and even the hounds
lay silent in their kennels a little way off, and the coming and going
of men and carts below had nothing to do with the troll, Lurulu began to
feel lonely. So thick are the brown trolls in the dells they inhabit
that none feels lonely there. They sit there silent, enjoying the beauty
of Elfland or their own impudent thoughts, or at rare moments when
Elfland is stirred from its deep natural calm their laughter floods the
dells. They were no more lonely there than rabbits are. But in all the
fields of Earth there was only one troll; and that troll felt lonely.
The door of the pigeon loft was open some ten feet from the door of the
hayloft, and some six feet higher. A ladder led to the hayloft, clamped
to the wall with iron; but nothing at all communicated with the
pigeon-loft lest cats should go that way. From it came the murmur of
abundant life, which attracted the lonely troll. The jump from door to
door was nothing to him, and he landed in the pigeon-loft in his usual
attitude, with a look of impudent welcome upon his face. But the pigeons
poured away on a roar of wings through their windows, and the troll was
still lonely.
He liked the pigeon-loft as soon as he looked at it. He liked the signs
that he saw of teeming life, the hundred little houses of slate and
plaster, the myriad feathers, and the musty smell. He liked the age-old
ease of the sleepy loft, and the huge spiders-webs that draped the
corners, holding years and years of dust. He did not know what cobwebs
were, never having seen them in Elfland, but he admired their
workmanship.
The age of the pigeon-loft that had filled the corners with cobwebs, and
broken patches of plaster away from the wall, shewing ruddy bricks
beneath, and laid bare the laths in the roof and even the slates beyond,
gave to the dreamy place an air not unlike to the calm of Elfland; but
below it and all around Lurulu noted the restlessness of Earth. Even the
sunlight through the little ventilation-holes that shone on the wall
moved.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account