Part 3 (1/2)

”But is she very thirsty?” said another.

”She is perhaps very thirsty,” I said.

”Perhaps!” cried they all.

”Because, ladies,” I replied, ”being by nature of a timid tongue, and compelled to say something, and having nothing apt to say, I remembered my old Rosinante above in the wood.”

They glanced each at each, and glanced again at me.

”But there is no path down that is not steep,” said the fairest of the three.

”There never was a path, not even, we fear, for a traveller on foot,”

continued the second.

I waited in silence a moment. ”Forgive me, then,” I said; ”I will offend no longer.”

But this seemed far from their design.

”You see, being come,” began the fairest again, ”Julia thinks Fortune must have brought you. Are we not all between Fortune's finger and thumb?”

”If pinching is to prove anything,” said the other.

”And Fortune is fickle, too,” added Julia--”that's early wisdom; but not quite so fickle as you would wish to show her. Here we have sat in these mortal glades ever since our poor Herrick died. And here it seems we are like to sit till he rises again. It is all so--dubious.

But since Electra has invited you to rest awhile, will you not really rest? There is shade as deep, and fruit to refresh you, in a little arbour yonder. Perhaps even Anthea will dip out of her weeping awhile if she hears that ... a poor old thirsty horse is tethered in the woods.”

They rose up together with a prolonged rustling as of a peac.o.c.k displaying his plumes; and I found myself irretrievably their captive.

Moreover, even if they were but sylphs and fantasies of the morning, they were fantasies lovely as even their master had portrayed; while the dells through which they led me were green and deep and white and golden with buds.

It was now, I suppose, about the middle of the morning, yet though the sun was high, his heat was that of dawn. Dawn lingered in the shadows, as snow when winter is over and gone, and dwelt among the sunbeams.

Dew lay heavy on the gra.s.s, as the dainty heels of my captresses testified, yet they trod lightly upon daisies wide-open to the blue sky, while daffadowndillies stooped in a silence broken only by their laughter.

We came presently to a little stone summerhouse or arbour, encl.u.s.tered with leaves and flowers of ivy and convolvulus, wherein two great dishes of cherries stood and bowls of honeycomb and sillabub.

There we sat down; but they kept me close too in the midst of the arbour, where perhaps I was not so ill-content to be as I should like to profess. How then could I else than bob for cherries as often as I dared, and prove my wit to conceal my hunger?

”And now, Sir Traveller,” said she of the sparkling eyes, named Dianeme, ”since we have got you safe, tell us of all we have never heard or seen!”

”And oh! are we forgot?” cried Electra, laying a lip upon a cherry.

”There's not a poet in his teens but warbles of you morn, noon, and night,” I answered. ”There's not a lover mad, young, true, and tender, but borrows your azure, and your rubies, and your roses, and your stars, to deck his sweetheart's name with.”

”Boys perhaps,” cried Julia softly, ”but _men_ soon forget.”

”Youth never,” I replied.

”Why 'Youth'?” said Dianeme. ”Herrick was not always young.”

”Ay, but all men once were young, please G.o.d,” I said, ”and youth is the only 'once' that's worth remembrance. Youth with the heart of youth adores you, ladies; because, when dreams come thick upon them, they catch your flying laughter in the woods. When the sun is sunk, and the stars kindle in the sky, then your eyes haunt the twilight.