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"Indeed, it is a sad thing, Sylvia, to be murdered by the hand which, so to speak, is sworn to keep an eye on your welfare, and which rightfully should serve you on its knees." "It was not that I minded. Smoit killed me in a fit of jealousy, and jealousy is in its blundering way a compliment. No, a worse thing than that befell me, Jurgen, and embittered all my life in the flesh."
And sometimes I have wondered ? For, as you may remember, I was a married man, Jurgen: and my wife did not quite understand me," said St. Peter, with a sigh. "Why, indeed," says Jurgen, "my case is not entirely dissimilar: and the more I marry, the less I find of comprehension. I should have had more sympathy with King Smoit, who was certainly my grandfather. Well, you conceive, St.
I only wish that I could meet with such unsophisticated persons in my present abode. Instead, I am herded with battered sinners who have no heart, who are not frank and outspoken about anything, and I detest their affectations." "Ah, then you are not happy with your husband, Sylvia? I suspected as much." "I see very little of Smoit.
Still, it happened a great while ago: and if Ludwig did not fret over it, I see no reason why I should do so. And besides, King Smoit, it may be that you are not telling me the truth." "If you doubt my confession, messire my grandson, you have only to look into the next mirror. It is precisely on this account that we have ventured to dispel your slumbers. For to me you bear a striking resemblance.
"Now, to deal frankly," says Smoit, with a grin, "I am not claiming any alliance with the Duke of Logreus " "Sometimes," says Jurgen, "one prefers to travel incognito. As a king, you ought to understand that." "My interest is rather in the grandson of Steinvor. Now you will remember your grandmother Steinvor as, I do not doubt, a charming old lady.
Then Jurgen went back to Chorasma, where Coth, the son of Smoit and Steinvor, stood conscientiously in the midst of the largest and hottest flame he had been able to imagine, and rebuked the outworn devils who were tormenting him, because the tortures they inflicted were not adequate to the wickedness of Coth.
And as they came through Chorasma, a very uncomfortable place where the damned abide in torment, whom should Jurgen see but his own father, Coth, the son of Smoit and Steinvor, standing there chewing his long moustaches in the midst of an especially tall flame. "Do you stop now for a moment!" says Jurgen, to his escort.
None the less well, my nose, now, from such glimpses of it as mirrors have hitherto afforded, does not appear to be a snub-nose." "Ah, but appearances are proverbially deceitful," observed King Smoit. "And about the left hand corner," protested Queen Sylvia Tereu, "I detect a distinct resemblance." "Now I may seem unduly obtuse," said Jurgen, "for I am a little obtuse.
Then King Smoit observed that it was high time he kept his appointment in Cornwall, and he melted into air, with an easy confidence that bespoke long practise: and Jurgen followed Queen Sylvia Tereu. About a Cock That Crowed Too Soon Next the tale tells of how Jurgen and the ghost of Queen Sylvia Tereu came into the White Turret.
"Well, I have seen dowager queens who justified some such confusion," observed Jurgen. "Still, I entreat the forgiveness of both of you, for I had no idea that I was addressing royalty." "I was King Smoit," explained the male phantom, "and this was my ninth wife, Queen Sylvia Tereu." Jurgen bowed as gracefully, he flattered himself, as was possible in his circumstances.
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