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Updated: May 11, 2025
Might she not mistake gratitude for love? Could she make a free choice unless she was herself free? "And so the poor Knight Weakhart stilled the beating of the fluttering bird in his bosom, and hushed down his emotions, and continued to hunt and cook and wait upon his beloved Princess. "At last, one day, the Knight Weakhart heard dreadful news.
"And now it so chanced that a wandering knight, called Weakhart, from a far country, came riding along the road that very day, clad in steel armor, and with his lance in rest.
Now," she said, "you know the old rhyme: "'He either fears his fate too much, Or his desert is small, Who fears to put it to the touch, And win or lose it all. "Therefore, I would advise that you acting the Knight Weakhart, of course take the bolder course and propose to Princess Charming to marry you."
And then the Princess and the Knight were in a grave quandary; for, of course, she could not go back to the den of that wicked witch, Cathel, and she had nowhere else to go. And so Weakhart, with many tremblings, asked her to go with him to a cavern in the woods, where he had taken shelter." Here I glanced at Estella, and her face was pale and quiet, and the smile was all gone from it.
And every day he hunted the deer and the bear, and made a fire and cooked for her; and he treated her with as much courtesy and respect as if she had been a queen sitting upon her throne. "And, oh! how that poor Knight Weakhart loved the Princess!
She looked up at me, blushing, but an arch smile played about her lips. "Let us play out the play," she said. "I will represent the Princess Charming a very poor representative, I fear; and you will take the part of the good Knight Weakhart a part which I imagine you are especially well fitted to play.
Then they drew their swords and a terrible battle ensued; and Princess Charming knelt down, the while, by the roadside, and prayed long and earnestly for the success of the good Knight Weakhart.
And here she put her arms around my neck I still kneeling and kissed me on the forehead, and said, laughing, but her eyes glistening with emotion: "You silly Knight Weakhart, you are well named; and really I prefer the ogre whose head you were cruel enough to cut off, or even one of those hideous Vandals you are trying to frighten me with.
I accept the heart and hand of the poor, weak-headed Knight Weakhart." I folded her in my arms and began to give her all the kisses I had been hoarding up for her since the first day we met. But she put up her hand playfully, and pushed me back, and cried out: "Stop! Stop! the play is over! "No! no!" I replied, "it is only beginning; and it will last as long as we two live."
I continued: "There was nothing else for it; and so the poor Princess mounted in front of the Knight on his horse, and they rode off together to the cavern. And there Weakhart fitted up a little room for the Princess, and made her a bed of the fragrant boughs of trees, and placed a door to the room and showed her how she could fasten it, and brought her flowers.
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