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Updated: May 14, 2025
There were no more noises of strife without, nor discontents within the palace; and on the last day of the feast who should arrive but Dame Frostyface, in her grey hood and cloak. Snowflower was right glad to see her grandmother so were the King and Prince, for they had known the Dame in their youth.
His lordship did not eat his porridge with his usual appetite, for he had had a disturbed night, Sponge having appeared to him in his dreams in all sorts of forms and predicaments; now jumping a-top of him now upsetting Jack now riding over Frostyface now crashing among his hounds; and he awoke, fully determined to get rid of him by fair means or foul.
Just then a light low squeak of a whimper was heard in the thickest part of the gorse, and Frostyface cheered the hound to the echo. 'Hoick to, Pillager! H o o ick! screamed he, in a long-drawn note, that thrilled through every frame, and set the horses a-capering.
'F-o-o-r-r-ard! screamed Frostyface, coming up alongside of him, holding his horse a magnificent thoroughbred bay well by the head, and settling himself into his saddle as he went. 'F-o-r-rard! screeched his lordship, thrusting his spectacles on to his nose. 'Twang twang twang, went the huntsman's deep-sounding horn. 'T'weet t'weet t'weet, went his lordship's shriller one.
Frostyface and Lord Scamperdale here for the first time diverged from the line the hounds were running, and made for the neck of a smooth, flat, rather inviting-looking piece of ground, instead of crossing it, Sponge, thinking to get a niche, rode to it; and the 'deeper and deeper still' sort of flounder his horse made soon let him know that he was in a bog.
The more Sponge pulled and hauled, the more determined the horse was; till, having thrown both Jack and his lordship in the rear, he made for old Frostyface, the huntsman, who was riding well up to the still-flying pack. 'HOLD HARD, sir!
As for Prince Wisewit, he went home with the rest of the company, leading Snowflower by the hand, and telling them all how he had been turned into a bird by the cunning fairy Fortunetta, who found him off his guard in the forest; how she had shut him up under the cushion of that curious chair, and given it to old Dame Frostyface; and how all his comfort had been in little Snowflower, to whom he told so many stories.
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