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Updated: May 3, 2025
Because have I seen it at six o'clock of a Thursday in the time of full moon." "Come hither," she said, beckoning me; "we shall try another way of it yet, in spite of the headache. It may be that there is more that concerns you for me to see in the ink-pool." With this she took my hand and almost pulled me down the stairs by force.
"On the whole yes!" said I; "though there was much in it that I could not understand." "Like enow!" laughed the Prince; "I warrant she could not understand it herself! It is ever the way of the ink-pool folk." Then ensued a silence between us. Prince Karl remained long with his head resting on his hand.
"It will not hurt him. He will only feel a little stupid and dull when he wakes up. You have seen boys look into the ink-pool before." "That is the reason why I am not going to see it any more. You'd better go, Grish Chunder." He went, declaring far down the staircase that it was throwing away my only chance of looking into the future.
"Neither by ink-pool nor yet by scrying! All the same, I know. Moreover, your peril is not a blind peril only, but a blind man's peril. Ye must choose, and that quickly, little son fingers or lips." I heard the rustle of a skirt down the stair. It was the light, springing tread of the one I loved first and best, last and only. "By the twelve gods, lips!" cried I, and made for the door.
"Aye," answered he, dryly, "it is a term usually applied to the Lady Ysolinde, Princess of Plassenburg." I was never more smitten dazed and dumb in my life. Ysolinde, the daughter of Master Gerard, the maid who had read my fate in the ink-pool, whom I had "made suffer," according to her own telling she the Princess of Plassenburg . Ah, I had it now.
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