The Faery Tales of Weir by Anna McClure Sholl
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said softly, "Will you look into my mirror, Prince Merlin?"
"I am your servant," he said again, then looked. His eyes became full of light. "I see your face," he cried; and sank upon one knee. She gave him both her hands. "What am I to you?" she asked. "A princess?" "No," he whispered. "A beggar-girl?" "No," he whispered. "What then?" "Thou art my love." Then all the birds in all the world sang in her heart. "Tell me," she said, "why, then, didst thou sink thy ball?" "That no hands should ever touch it after thine." "And why didst thou say when thou didst lead me in to dinner, that thou wast sorry not for me, but for thyself?" "I feared that thou wouldst never love me." Then she laughed joyfully and asked, "Why didst thou say 'I am not like |
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