The Faery Tales of Weir by Anna McClure Sholl
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had wandered over Europe from university to university, until one day he
became aware of the true secret of education and burnt his books. Then he dwelt for many years in the mountains, gazing into the dark mirror of his heart, plumbing the blue ocean of the sky until the hour for which he longed arrived, bringing Wisdom, who appeared to him as a young, fair being in the twilight. Leaving his hut he came forth to meet her. "I had thought to greet you at noonday," said he. "That is because you live in an age which thinks that to know is to be wise; but only those see who shut their eyes. Not in the glare of noon, but at twilight will you find me." "You are a beautiful maid, Wisdom," said he who was on his way to be a wizard. "But why do you wear coarse linen who should be clothed in satins?" "To travel light," she replied. "And why do you smile who should look sad?" "To be wise is to be happy." "And what will you have me do?" "Remove from here to the village that is near the Dark Wood. Go through all the countryside proclaiming that King Theophile will shortly make war upon the inhabitants, but bid them feel no terror; only they are to build |
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