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Updated: May 17, 2025
'Well, young gentleman, said Killian, 'if you will pardon me the plainness of calling you a gentleman, many a good day's work you have done, I doubt not, but never a better, or one that will be better blessed; and whatever, sir, may be your happiness and triumph in that high sphere to which you have been called, it will be none the worse, sir, for an old man's blessing!
'Lay by Baron to take up President? returned Killian. 'King Log, King Stork. But you'll live longer than I, and you will see the fruits of it. 'Father, whispered Ottilia, pulling at the speaker's coat, 'surely the gentleman is ill. 'I beg your pardon, cried the farmer, rewaking to hospitable thoughts; 'can I offer you anything? 'I thank you. I am very weary, answered Otto.
Taking the pipe slowly out of his mouth, "To whom should I lower my flag?" demanded he. "To the high and mighty Killian Van Rensellaer, the lord of Rensellaersteen!" was the reply. "I lower it to none but the Prince Orange and my masters, the Lords States General." So saying, he resumed his pipe and smoked with an air of dogged determination.
Thank the gods they didn't consider tears a sign of weakness . . . "I would be honored, Alanna." "Good." Killian smiled at her, then sobered. "The Terran woman known as Dana Manfredi has accepted Alanna's countenance. Be it known that she is henceforth Dana, a clanswoman of Alanna.
Dana could understand only an occasional word of that variant of Classical Russian, though she could read and write it fluently; all she could gather was that the w'woman was asking for the Alanna. A few moments later, a man wearing the arms of Alanna's chief appeared on the screen, introducing himself as Killian.
'Ah, she said, 'now we shall not have to wait five years! in five months you will come back rich and famous, and we shall marry, and live happily. How Killian had loved her while making his puppets, only she knew as well as he. Truly, he had put his heart into them, so that they were like living beings, and so small that their very smallness made them a marvel.
Then Killian opened the case in which lay the two marionettes, and looked them over to see that they were in working order. His partner took up the odd number, and began practising it; but Killian's attention all went to the little king cow-herd and his queen. He fondled them gently with his hands, and as he looked at them his heart went up into the mountains to pray for his dear Grendel.
Quite early in the morning he and Killian went into the city, and set up their stage in a corner of the marketplace. The wonderful acting of the little king and queen, compared with the ungainly hobblings and jerkings of the odd man, threw the townspeople into ecstasies of laughter.
'Ay, said Otto, 'it has been a long peace a peace of centuries. 'Centuries, as you say, returned Killian; 'the more the pity that it should not be for ever. Well, sir, this Kuno was one day in fault, and Otto, who has a quick temper, up with his whip and thrashed him, they do say, soundly.
One evening Grendel came up from the valley, after her day's work, to have a look at her lover; she had brought him some brown cakes and a bottle of wine. But Killian, who had caught sight of her eyes over the green rise at his feet, was hiding something behind his back. 'Whatever have you there? she asked, as she saw chips, and tools, and bits of bright foil, lying scattered about the ground.
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