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I wouldn't keep them in the same tree with that gamblesome elf no, not a night longer for all the mice you could offer me." "But how can we get them away?" asked old Father Owl. "They can't fly." "No, we can't fly!" cried all the little owls. "Oh, what shall we do? Ow! Ow!" "Can't fly! They've got to fly," said Mother Owl, "and you and I must help them. Back to the old tree we go this very night."
And the elf said that he knew well that the companions Hans had with him did not intend to deal honourably with him, therefore if he wished to deliver the King's children, he must do it alone. The two other brothers would also be very glad to recover the King's daughters, but they did not want to have any trouble or danger.
Her youngest brother was only five. He was a frail lad, with immense brown eyes in his quaint fragile face one of Reynolds's "Choir of Angels", with a touch of elf. Often Miriam kneeled to the child and drew him to her. "Eh, my Hubert!" she sang, in a voice heavy and surcharged with love. "Eh, my Hubert!"
Most of the stories of changelings, in fact, assume that, though the outward characteristics might justify vehement suspicion, yet they were not absolutely decisive, and that to arrive at certainty the elf must be brought to betray himself. No great subtlety, however, was needful; for the stratagem employed varies but little, as the following examples will show.
Alessandro's arms around Ramona, her head bent down to his, their lips together, what could Baba think? As mischievously as if he had been a human being or an elf, Baba bounded to one side and tore the lovers apart. They both laughed, and cantered on, Alessandro running; the poor Indian pony feeling the contagion, and loping as it had not done for many a day.
A strange white elf as she looked In the spreading moonbeams she was woman to the core, and the disdainful movement of her small uplifted head plainly expressed her utter indifference to his answer. "I followed you" she said "I knew I should find you! What are you doing up here? Shamming to be ill?" "Precisely! 'Sham' is as much in my line as yours. I have to 'pretend' in order to be real!"
They made such a racket that he began to fear one of them would succeed in breaking loose; and he thought that the best thing for him to do was to go quietly away from the cowhouse. When he came out, he was thoroughly disheartened. He could understand that no one on the place wanted to help him find the elf. And little good would it do him, probably, if the elf were found.
But he had no need, for the Elf, espying the travelers from afar, came to meet them. He gave them warm greeting and listened intently while Prince Ember told him all that had befallen them and whither they now were bound. “Alas, for your marvelous Cloak!” the Prince said regretfully in closing. “When the Wind tore it from me he resolved it to ashes and scattered it far and wide.”
"You're subtle and psychological and introspective and analytic and all that," Jaffery was saying his light word about an ogre at lunch was not a bad one; sitting side by side on the low parapet they looked like a vast red-bearded ogre and a feminine black-haired elf she had taken off her hat engaged in a conversation in which the elf looked very much on the defensive "and you're always tracking down motives to their roots, and you're not contented, like me, with the jolly face of things "
He buffeted to right and left the Breezes who stood there, and whirled out upon the Plain to see for himself whether or not what he suspected was true. It so happened that Prince Ember and the Shadow Witch were crossing the Plain directly in front of the Chimney Mouth at that instant. Then what the Elf of the Borderland had feared immediately came true.
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