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When the Prince knocked on the quaintly carved door and entered at the Wise One’s word, she drew back quickly and seated herself under a flame-bush until he should again appear. Within the hut the Prince found the aged fairy awaiting him. “Hail, Prince Ember,” said he, rising to greet him. “You go upon a noble quest.” “I go gladly,” replied the Prince, and the words came from his heart.
He will not refuse you. Creeping Shadow, who knows where he is to be found, will guide you to him. Do in all things as I have advised you, and you will not fail.” So Prince Ember, with grateful words bade the Wise One good-bye and departed with his gifts, and as he left the hut, Creeping Shadow arose from her seat beneath the flame-bush and came to walk beside him and guide him to the Borderland.
Her lap was full of autumn leaves-maple and gum, flaming and variegated, brown oak of various shapes and shades, golden hickory, the open burrs of the chintuapin, pine cones, and the dun scraggly balls of the black-gum, some glowing bunches of the flame-bush, with their wealth of bursting red beries, and a full-laden branch of the black-haw.
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