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"Meanwhile I am going back to bed, and I again advise you to do the same." Then the door closed, the bolt fell, and Jurgen went away, still in considerable excitement. "This Dame Anaitis is an interesting personality," he reflected, "and it would be a pleasure, now, to demonstrate to her my grievance against the cock, did occasion serve. Well, things less likely than that have happened.
"And it is a queer crew that serve you, Anaitis, who are Queen of Cocaigne: for I can hear them talking, far back of us, and their language is all a cheeping and a twittering, as though the mice and the bats were holding conference." "Why, you must understand that these are outlanders who speak a dialect of their own, and are not like any other people you have ever seen."
"I bid you a good morning, Dame Anaitis," said Jurgen. "But the stairways hereabouts are confusing, and I must have lost my way. I was going for a stroll. This is my distant relative Queen Sylvia Tereu, who kindly offered to accompany me. We were going out to gather mushrooms and to watch the sunrise, you conceive." "Messire de Logreus, I think you had far better go back to bed."
For the heart of no man remains untroubled after he has once viewed Queen Helen and the beauty that is hers. It is for that reason, Jurgen, I shall not help you to go into Leuke: for in Leuke you would forget me, having seen Queen Helen." "Why, what nonsense you are talking, my darling! I will wager she cannot hold a candle to you." "See for yourself!" said Anaitis, sadly.
M'Queen told me there had been a college of the Knights Templars; that tradition said so; and that there was a ruin remaining of their church, which had been burnt: but I confess Dr. Johnson has weakened my belief in remote tradition. In the dispute about Anaitis, Mr.
Presently Jurgen came out of that unpretentious residence, and so back to Anaitis, discomfited. Jurgen flung down his magic sword, charmed Caliburn. "This, Anaitis, I perceive to be an outmoded weapon. There is no weapon like words, no armor against words, and with words the Master Philologist has conquered me.
And Dame Anaitis said: "Gogyrvan's cellar is well stocked: and you sat late with Urien and Aribert: and doubtless they also were lucky enough to discover a queen or two in Gogyrvan's cellar. No less, I think you are still a little drunk." "Now answer me this, Dame Anaitis: were you not visited by two ghosts to-night?"
But I have no such authentic information as to my origin and mission in life, I appear at all events to have no natural talent for being diverted, I do not take to it wholeheartedly, and these are facts we have to face." Now Jurgen put his arm around her. "My dear Anaitis, you must not think it mere selfishness on my part.
But now, as has been recorded, it was September, and Jurgen could see that Anaitis too was worrying over something. She kept it from him as long as possible: first said it was nothing at all, then said he would know it soon enough, then wept a little over the possibility that he would probably be very glad to hear it, and eventually told him.
"Why, I will show them to you," Anaitis replied. The two of them then went together into a small blue chamber, the walls of which were ornamented with gold stars placed helter-skelter. The room was entirely empty save for an hour-glass near twice the height of a man. "It is Time's own glass," said Anaitis, "which was left in my keeping when Time went to sleep."
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