Part 9 (1/2)

”I would I heard wings!” she cried.

”But I hear wings,” said Tommie. ”Watch! watch where the North Star burns!”

So Mother Huldah watched, and soon she saw the great outspread wings of Charlemagne and saw his long bill with something hanging from the end of it.

”My word, here's the baby,” called out Tommie. ”h.e.l.lo, Charlemagne, you old Grandpa! have you kept that precious infant warm?”

But Charlemagne alighted on his feet and walked solemnly to Mother Huldah and laid in her arms the softest, sweetest, pinkest little baby that she had ever seen. There was golden down on its head, and its little hands were folded like rosebuds beneath its tiny chin.

Mother Huldah felt its feet to know if they were warm; then she cried and sobbed and held the little thing to her breast; and trembled for love of it.

”Take it before the fire,” said Tommie. ”We're all tired to-night and it will be good to drowse and dream. Good-night, Charlemagne. The chimney's warm.”

So the stork flew up to the roof, and Mother Huldah took her treasure and held it in her warm, ample lap before the fire; and Tommie winked and dozed and looked at the baby with his great green eyes, while Mother Huldah sang:

”The gold of the world will fade away, Baby sleep! Baby sleep!

But thou wilt live in my heart alway, Sleep, my darling, sleep.

”The gold of the world it comes and goes, Baby sleep! Baby sleep!

But thou wilt bloom like a summer rose, Cease my soul to weep.”

THE MAGIC TEARS

There was once a king named Theophile who lived in a dim castle on the edge of the ocean, but so far above the water that the flying spray never reached its lowest terrace; and only the strongest-winged seagulls could circle its towers and turrets. It was a strange, melancholy, beautiful place, where the light s.h.i.+mmered on the walls like the ripple of water, and in the shadows of the ma.s.sive walls the flowers waved all day in the sea-wind like little princesses who would dance before they died.

King Theophile had led many armies to victory, driving his golden white-sailed boats upon far-off coasts, but from each conquest he returned the sadder because he had made many people hate him, and had won no one's love. Nor could he find a woman who would wed him, because of the sorrows of his line, which were great.

When he was not at war he would labor for his kingdom until sunset, and at that hour he would leave his Council Chamber to pace the terraces and gaze seaward over the rocking blue-green waves, while his minstrels sang to him. Only music could drive away his care, so always a page with a golden harp followed him. Sometimes he would bid everyone be gone but this boy, and the two would glide like shadows through the long galleries where the bluish tapestries hung; or brood together by the roaring fire when the sleet rattled on the cas.e.m.e.nts.

One spring day when it seemed as if even the ocean air wafted the fragrance of little pale flowers and the sun shone warmly on the old gray walls of the castle, the King and the boy wandered into the garden of the white lilacs; where, on a marble bench, King Theophile seated himself, and listened while the boy sang:

”My love came out of an old dream, And took away my peace; And now I dare not sleep again, Until this heartache cease.”

”Did he ever know slumber again, I wonder,” said the King. ”O boy, of what use are your love-songs!”

”To arouse love in your heart, Sire!”

”What good is that when I have no maiden to love!”

”Listen, Sire,” said the boy. ”You are going to war with King Mace who has a most beautiful daughter, the Princess Elene. When you have overthrown him, bring her to your kingdom and wed her.”

”A strange way to win the love of a woman,” said the King, ”by invading her father's kingdom. Nevertheless, I will have regard to the maiden.”

”I have heard,” said the page, ”that they who once behold her are restless ever afterwards from the wound of her beauty.”

The King nodded wearily. ”There are women like that--gleams from lost stars; faces seen at sunset; or where the light is lifting after a storm.

I have never cast eyes on such a maid.”