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Blackwood, Algernon, 1869-1951

"A Prisoner in Fairyland"

You can
no more resist me than a puddle can resist the stars' reflection. You
increase me. We increase each other.'
'You say you thought it first,' he cried, feeling the light he
radiated flow in and mingle with her own. 'But who are you? Where do
you come from?'
'Over there somewhere, I think,' she laughed, while a ray like fire
flashed out in the direction of the Pleiades that climbed the sky
towards the East. 'You ought to know. You've been hunting for me long
enough!'
'But who _are_ you?' he insisted again, 'for I feel it's you that have
been looking for me--I've so often heard you calling!'
She laughed again till the whole web quivered. Through her eyes the
softness of all the seven Pleiades poured deliciously into him.
'It's absurd that such a big thing as you could hide so easily,' she
said. 'But you'll never hide again. I've got you fast now. And you've
got me! It's like being reflected together in the same puddle, you
see!'
The dazzling radiance passed as she said it into a clearer glow, and
across the fire of it he caught her eyes steadily a moment, though he
could not see the face complete. Two brilliant points of amber shone
up at him, as stars that peep from the mirror of a forest pool. That
mental daylight-searching seemed all explained, only he could not
remember now that there was any such thing at all as either searching
or daylight.


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