The Faery Tales of Weir by Anna McClure Sholl
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who picked a white carnation and began to pull its petals. "Tell me,
maid, why you wear the blue glove?" he asked. "To cover a hand still my own," she returned proudly. Merlin said nothing at all. He took the scarlet ball, bowed, and turned from her. She raised her eyes to the heights where the turrets cut the sky, black against gold, and the whirling sea-birds beat down the seaward rushing wind. Then stepping softly, she followed Merlin, who walked on to a place where the arching trees made a green cave, and in the depths of the cave was a fountain of marble sunk into a round of ferns. At the edge the prince paused, then he dropped the ball into the water, and it sank, for it was solid and heavy. [Illustration: MERLIN DROPS THE BALL INTO THE FOUNTAIN] "Why did you do that?" cried the Princess. He wheeled about, and looked upon her coldly. "Why have you followed me?" he asked. "To pick up the ball, should you drop it." "The ball is drowned," he said. "Why did you put it in the water?" she asked. "Because you touched it," he replied. She was very sad then. "You scorn to touch what a beggar-maid has |
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