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She would take one of his arrows, and now tickle him with the feather end of it, now prick him with the point till the blood ran down. What she meant finally I cannot tell, but she brought Photogen speedily to the determination of making his escape from the castle: what he should do then he would think afterwards. Who could tell but he might find his mother somewhere beyond the forest!
The foolish witch had made herself invulnerable, as she supposed, but had forgotten that, to torment Photogen therewith, she had handled one of his arrows. He ran back to Nycteris and told her. She shuddered and wept, and would not look. There was now no occasion to fly a step farther. Neither of them feared any one but Watho. They left her there, and went back.
Photogen twisted and writhed upon the grass. "No, it is not," he said sulkily; "it is this horrible darkness that creeps into me, goes all through me, into the very marrow of my bones that is what makes me behave like a girl. If only the sun would rise!" "The sun! what is it?" cried Nycteris, now in her turn conceiving a vague fear.
"No none at present. I will look," replied Nycteris, and sprang to her feet. "Oh, oh! do not leave me not for a moment," cried Photogen, straining his eyes to keep her face in sight through the darkness. "Be quiet, or they will hear you," she returned. "The wind is from the south, and they cannot scent us. I have found out all about that.
Photogen turned, looked back towards the castle, and saw a dark speck on the plain. As he looked, it grew larger: it was coming across the grass with the speed of the wind. It came nearer and nearer. It looked long and low, but that might be because it was running at a great stretch.
She only smiled and stroked him, for she did not understand him, and thought he did not know what he was saying. "Was it a dream then?" resumed Photogen, rubbing his eyes. But with that his memory came clear, and he shuddered, and cried, "Oh horrible! horrible! to be turned all at once into a coward! a shameful, contemptible, disgraceful coward! I am ashamed ashamed and so frightened!
"Then that is not the sun?" said Nycteris, thoughtfully, pointing up to the moon. "That!" cried Photogen, with utter scorn; "I know nothing about that, except that it is ugly and horrible. At best it can be only the ghost of a dead sun. Yes, that is it! That is what makes it look so frightful." "No," said Nycteris, after a long, thoughtful pause; "you must be wrong there.
They were married that very day. And the next day they went together to the king, and told him the whole story. But whom should they find at the court but the father and mother of Photogen, both in high favour with the king and queen. Aurora nearly died for joy, and told them all how Watho had lied, and made her believe her child was dead.
"We must not wait for the morning," said Nycteris, "for then I shall not be able to move, and what would you do the next night? Besides, Watho sees best in the daytime. Indeed, you must come now, Photogen. You must." "I can not; I dare not," said Photogen. "I cannot move. If I but lift my head from your lap, the very sickness of terror seizes me." "I shall be with you," said Nycteris soothingly.
There was the moon still! away in the west poor, indeed, and old, and looking dreadfully worn, as if all the wild beasts in the sky had been gnawing at her but there she was, alive still, and able to shine! Knowing nothing of darkness, or stars, or moon, Photogen spent his days in hunting.
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