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bumble bee and the unfortunate events that followed, the goblets were refilled this time with a ruby
drink that smelled like ambrosia.
When she had finished and sat down to the laughter and applause of the company, Nadara nudged him
and whispered, Surely you will drink to her. This is the very rarest of all wines in Elveron! It is made
from the berries of the Quicken tree and inspires one with cheerfulness. If one of Man s World were a
centenarian and ate but three of these, he would return to the age of thirty. They taste like honey but
the wine! Do but try a single sip? For me?
She raised the goblet to his closed lips, as the other drank deeply.
At that instant Cyrene turned and saw him. She paled to a pretty olive color instead of her natural
emerald hue and reached for his arm as she had done before.
The liquid in the goblet spilled and although Gwalchmai had no intention of drinking any of it, a drop
spattered on his lip and instinctively he licked it off with the tip of his tongue.
It was sweet, far sweeter than any liquid he had ever tasted. That single marvelous speck of elvish wine
made his head swim. The room raced around him; the gay voices rang hi his ears with musical clarity; all
his senses seemed sharpened; in fact, everything he saw was bathed in a new glamour.
The exhilaration that swept over him he knew now to be the normal feeling held constantly by all in
Elveron, enhanced only by the excitement of this particular event. He understood their febrile
restlessness. He felt himself one with the merry crowd of f casters.
He understood the nixie s words, but they made no immediate impression upon him.
Oh, Sir Hawkl What have you done? She has played a trick upon you! The Quicken and the Rowan
tree are one and the same. The Rowan is called Thor s Helper, because it bent of itself so Thor could
catch hold of it and cross the flooded river Vimur. She must be Thor s friend. Now you have placed
yourself in the hands of Thor!
He would have answered in some way, but an interrupting clamor arose of stamping and clapping. Huon,
whom everybody liked, had risen to accept his challenge to entertain and some were calling for one song
of his own com-posing and some for another, for he was famous for his singing^
A page hurried in with Huon s cithern and he tuned it by ear, then swept his hand across the strings and
held it up for silence.
What shall I sing? he asked.
One clear voice rose above the others. The Song of the Unseeing Human! In a chorus of laughter, he
began:
I feel so bored, complained Louella-May,
Nothing at all has happened today!
And yet at that moment, in the walls of her house,
A fairy was trying to saddle a mouse,
And a battle was raging all over town
To see which would conquer the black rat or brown!
And the earth had rolled millions of miles on its way.
Wish something would happen! pouted Louella-May.
She sat there unseeing and looked out forlorn
At her neighbor s scarecrow who stalked through the corn.
She took off her dress and made ready for bed And a pixy tweaked out three hairs from her head To
weave for himself, while everyone slept, A charm gainst the werewolf that nightly had crept For a month
neath her window fearing no lead Since only by silver might his foul life be sped!
A bat flew by, but she never knew
Twas really a witch a-gathering rue!
Nor that an elf was squashed when she dropped her shoe!
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Ou-whei! wailed O Keefe s banshee, But she thought it the wind in the apple tree. . While under her
feet, working night and day, The termites were lugging the house away. Things don t happen to me!
muttered Louella-May.
It was after this song that the really heavy drinking began. There was other entertainment to watch, for it
seemed that each one of the banqueters had some specialty. Girls in gorgeous colors imitated butterflies,
and it seemed to Gwalchmai s blurred vision that as their arms waved their
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fluttering robes, they rose into the air and flew. There was a juggler who had no respect for the laws of
gravity. A contortionist imitated a green lizard and slithered about the floor, and if he was not boneless,
surely his bones were not like those of men. Two elves fought a duel, but it was a contest of skill only and
no one was scratched.
All the while Sir Huon and Sir Periton were matching tankard for tankard across the table, satisfied with
their complete comradeship, paying little attention to the ladies they had escorted.
Nadara, the fay, pouted prettily and rose to leave the table, for her elf was already snoring beneath it,
having consoled himself copiously with heather ale because of her neglect of him.
Gwalchmai could hardly stand, but he chose to make his own excuses at this time, for many others, both
knights and ladies, were pushing back their chairs.
He bowed in the direction of the Queen, who returned the courtesy, and turned to go. The fumes of the
ale and wine struck him forcefully and he would have fallen had not the nixie, who appeared to consider
herself his confidante for the evening, supported him on the one side and Nadara on the other.
Between the two, he was guided to his chambers. He tumbled into his down-soft bed, hardly knowing
where he was. He felt little hands loosening his belt and- ax, removing them, taking off his boots and
outer robe. The mist that-lighted the room went dim and, still fading, went dark. He heard a whispered
quarrel. There was the sound of a slap.
Only one of the girls went out, crying, he was sure, for he knew when the coverlets were drawn tenderly
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