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Updated: May 3, 2025
Taken altogether, I found this drive home with Faery and her master anything but enjoyable. Faery's head was turned at last from the wide, dusty street into an imposing gateway, which lead through an avenue bordered thickly with evergreens mostly pine and hemlock.
Victoria seized upon the idea with avidity, and, in season and out of season, pressed upon her Prime Minister the desirability of putting his proposal into practice. His compliance, however, finally conquered the Faery's heart. The measure was angrily attacked in both Houses, and Victoria was deeply touched by the untiring energy with which Disraeli defended it.
But the Cherry Blossom was unable to carry the news back, for the winds were not favourable. It was as the Lilacs had said. This was the Queen Faery's reception night, being the first night of the year, and it was under the Lilac that she was to receive her subjects and their gifts. At last the procession approached, attended above and at all sides by myriads of glow-worms.
But, coming nearer, I perceived that my faery's breath smelled of onions. This circumstance sobered me a bit, for I don't like onions. I knocked at the locked door, paid my magician what I owed him and went my way. From now on all hope of ever seeing her again vanished. But my soul cried out after her. And the world receded from me.
It was not his habit to harangue and exhort and expatiate in official conscientiousness; he liked to scatter flowers along the path of business, to compress a weighty argument into a happy phrase, to insinuate what was in his mind with an air of friendship and confidential courtesy. He was nothing if not personal; and he had perceived that personality was the key that opened the Faery's heart.
He was sure to be back to-morrow, as he had taken so little food with him. Drayton said nothing at the time, but after dinner, when we were smoking on the stoep, he began to quote to me: 'I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. 'What do you mean to insinuate? I said. 'Oh, I don't mean anything libelous.
She got over her fright soon, and moved a little farther back to get out of harm's way. This put an end to the dance. The subject was "The Faery's Sacrifice." That is a favourite story with them. I myself have painted it on glass.
She was, she told her Prime Minister, at the end of an official letter, "yours aff'ly V. R. and I." In such a phrase the deep reality of her feeling is instantly manifest. The Faery's feet were on the solid earth; it was the ruse cynic who was in the air. He had taught her, however, a lesson, which she had learnt with alarming rapidity. A second Gloriana, did he call her?
He sat at dinner with heaped-up bowls of them on every side, and told his guests that "they were all sent to me this morning by the Queen from Osborne, as she knows it is my favorite flower." As time went on, and as it became clearer and clearer that the Faery's thraldom was complete, his protestations grew steadily more highly coloured and more unabashed.
You may give my love to Corpus and to Wadham Garden it's all dreadfully bewitching but I'm not going to run the risk of falling in love with the phantom of the past that's La Belle Dame Sans Merci for me, and I'm riding on I'm riding on. I won't have the hussy on my horse. "I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song.
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