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Updated: June 3, 2025
He made a song of this, in praise of the Leshy and their Days, but more especially in praise of the might of Mother Sereda and of the ruins that have fallen on Wednesday. To Chetverg and Utornik and Subbota he gave their due. Pyatinka and Nedelka also did Jurgen commend for such demolishments as have enregistered their names in the calendar of saints, no less.
"You will remember Poliger suspects she was a princess of the house of Scleroveus: and you of course recall Pisander's masterly summing-up of the probabilities, in his Heraclea." "Oh, yes," they said. And the courtiers of Gogyrvan Gawr, like Mother Sereda, were greatly impressed by young Duke Jurgen's erudition.
So the people I know, and the bits of their lives I pop into, give me a deal to romance about." "Ah, yes, indeed," says Mother Sereda, wisely, "that well may be the case. But I do not hold with romance, myself."
Nobody ever cared to claim kin with Mother Sereda before this," says she, pathetically. "There can be no doubt, though, on the point, no possible doubt. Sabellius states it plainly. Artemidorus Minor, I grant you, holds the question debatable, but his reasons for doing so are tolerably notorious. Besides, what does all his flimsy sophistry avail against Nicanor's fine chapter on this very subject?
Just so they had sat there, as Jurgen perfectly remembered, when Mother Sereda first used this Wednesday. "My Heart's Desire," says Jurgen, "I am sad to-night. For I am thinking of what life will do to us, and what offal the years will make of you and me." "My own sweetheart," says she, "and do we not know very well what is to happen?"
Moreover, you visited the Queen of Pseudopolis in circumstances which could not but have been unfavorably viewed by her husband. Oh, yes, you have committed follies with divers women." "Follies, it may be, but no crimes, not even a misdemeanor. Look you, Mother Sereda, does your shadow report in all this year one single instance of misconduct with a woman?" says Jurgen, sternly.
Well, and for my part, godmother, I love a jest as well as any man breathing, but I do prefer to have it intelligible." "Now, let me tell you something plainly, Jurgen!" Mother Sereda cleared her invisible throat, and began to speak rather indignantly.
Aloud he wailed, in his most moving tones: "Oh, Mother Sereda, I did not mean to anger you. It was not fair to snap me up on a thoughtless word! Have mercy upon me, Mother Sereda, for I would never have alluded to your being so old and plain-looking if I had known you were so vain!" But Mother Sereda did not appear to be softened by this form of entreaty, for nothing happened.
Mother Sereda agreed to this. "But there are certain rules to be observed," says she, "for one must have system." As she spoke, she undid the towel about her head, and she took a blue comb from her white hair: and she showed Jurgen what was engraved on the comb. It frightened Jurgen, a little: but he nodded assent. "First, though," says Mother Sereda, "here is the blue bird.
Jurgen inquired about this procession, later, and from Chloris he got information which surprised him. "And these are the beings who I had thought were poetic ornaments of speech! But what is the old lady doing in such high company?" He described Mother Sereda, and Chloris told him who this was. Now Jurgen shook his sleek black head. "Behold another mystery!
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