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"Now as concerning the fairies, that were used to abide near by Domremy whereof there are many reports and traditions. It is said that your godmother surprised these creatures on a summer's night dancing under the tree called l'Arbre Fee de Bourlemont. Is it not possible that your pretended saints and angels are but those fairies?" "Is that in your proces?" She made no other answer.
The great tree l'Arbre Fee de Bourlemont was its beautiful name was never afterward quite as much to us as it had been before, but it was always dear; is dear to me yet when I go there now, once a year in my old age, to sit under it and bring back the lost playmates of my youth and group them about me and look upon their faces through my tears and break my heart, oh, my God!
Always, from the remotest times, when the children joined hands and danced around the Fairy Tree they sang a song which was the Tree's song, the song of L'Arbre fee de Bourlemont. They sang it to a quaint sweet air a solacing sweet air which has gone murmuring through my dreaming spirit all my life when I was weary and troubled, resting me and carrying me through night and distance home again.
They've loved you long Ten hundred years, in sooth, They've nourished you with praise and song, And warmed your heart and kept it young A thousand years of youth! Bide always green in our young hearts, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont! And we shall always youthful be, Not heeding Time his flight; And when, in exile wand'ring, we Shall fainting yearn for glimpse of thee, Oh, rise upon our sight!
He asked Joan a thousand questions about her childhood and about the oak wood, and the fairies, and the children's games and romps under our dear Arbre Fee Bourlemont, and this stirring up of old memories broke her voice and made her cry a little, but she bore up as well as she could, and answered everything.
"When you hung garlands upon L'Arbre Fee Bourlemont, did you do it in honor of your apparitions?" "No." Satisfaction again. No doubt Cauchon would take it for granted that she hung them there out of sinful love for the fairies. "When the saints appeared to you did you bow, did you make reverence, did you kneel?" "Yes; I did them the most honor and reverence that I could."
And that hallows it, yes, you will grant that: L'ARBRE FEE DE BOURLEMONT Now what has kept your leaves so green, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont? The children's tears! They brought each grief, And you did comfort them and cheer Their bruised hearts, and steal a tear That, healed, rose a leaf. And what has built you up so strong, Arbre Fee de Bourlemont? The children's love!
She snatched the letter from my hand and searched it up and down and all over, turning it this way and that, and sobbing great sobs, and the tears flowing down her cheeks, and ejaculating all the time, "Oh, cruel, cruel! how could any be so heartless? Ah, poor Arbre Fee de Bourlemont gone and we children loved it so! Show me the place where it says it!"
Then out of some remote corner of that vast place there rose a plaintive voice, and in tones most tender and sweet and rich came floating through that enchanted hush our poor old simple song "L'Arbre Fee Bourlemont!" and then Joan broke down and put her face in her hands and cried.
"I saw them with the eyes of my body, just as I see you; and when they went away I cried because they did not take me with them." It made me see that awful shadow again that fell dazzling white upon her that day under l'Arbre Fee de Bourlemont, and it made me shiver again, though it was so long ago. It was really not very long gone by, but it seemed so, because so much had happened since.
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