The Pilgrims of the RhineLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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The Pilgrims of the Rhine
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Fairies -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Rhine River Valley -- Fiction
“Upon my word,” said the griffin, who could not help smiling for the
life of him, “you have a singularly free mode of expressing yourself.
And how, I say, came you hither?”
Then the dog, who did not know what a lie was, told the griffin his
whole history,--how he had set off to pay his court to the cat, and how
Reynard the fox had entrapped him into the hole.
When he had finished, the griffin said to him, “I see, my friend, that
you know how to speak the truth; I am in want of just such a servant as
you will make me, therefore stay with me and keep watch over my treasure
when I sleep.”
“Two words to that,” said the dog. “You have hurt my feelings very much
by suspecting my honesty, and I would much sooner go back into the wood
and be avenged on that scoundrel the fox, than serve a master who has so
ill an opinion of me. I pray you, therefore, to dismiss me, and to put
me in the right way to my cousin the cat.”
“I am not a griffin of many words,” answered the master of the cavern,
“and I give you your choice,--be my servant or be my breakfast; it is
just the same to me. I give you time to decide till I have smoked out my
pipe.”
The poor dog did not take so long to consider. “It is true,” thought he,
“that it is a great misfortune to live in a cave with a griffin of
so unpleasant a countenance; but, probably, if I serve him well and
faithfully, he’ll take pity on me some day, and let me go back to earth,
and prove to my cousin what a rogue the fox is; and as to the rest,
though I would sell my life as dear as I could, it is impossible to
fight a griffin with a mouth of so monstrous a size.” In short, he
decided to stay with the griffin.
“Shake a paw on it,” quoth the grim smoker; and the dog shook paws.
“And now,” said the griffin, “I will tell you what you are to do. Look
here,” and moving his tail, he showed the dog a great heap of gold and
silver, in a hole in the ground, that he had covered with the folds of
his tail; and also, what the dog thought more valuable, a great heap of
bones of very tempting appearance. “Now,” said the griffin, “during the
day I can take very good care of these myself; but at night it is very
necessary that I should go to sleep, so when I sleep you must watch over
them instead of me.”
“Very well,” said the dog. “As to the gold and silver, I have no
objection; but I would much rather that you would lock up the bones, for
I’m often hungry of a night, and--”
“Hold your tongue,” said the griffin.
“But, sir,” said the dog, after a short silence, “surely nobody ever
comes into so retired a situation! Who are the thieves, if I may make
bold to ask?”
“Know,” answered the griffin, “that there are a great many serpents in
this neighbourhood. They are always trying to steal my treasure; and if
they catch me napping, they, not contented with theft, would do their
best to sting me to death. So that I am almost worn out for want of
sleep.”
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