[A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang]@TWC D-Link bookA Monk of Fife CHAPTER III--WHAT BEFELL OUTSIDE OF CHINON TOWN 20/21
Indeed this lady was clad all in the fairy green, and her eyes were as blue as the sky above her head, and the long yellow locks on her shoulders were shining like the sun. "Father, he is not dead," she said, laughing as sweet as all the singing- birds in March--"he is not dead, but sorely wandering in his mind when he takes Elliot Hume for the Fairy Queen." "Faith, he might have made a worse guess," cried the man.
"But now, sir, now that your bonds are cut, I see nothing better for you than a well- washed face, for, indeed, you are by ordinary 'kenspeckle,' and no company for maids." With that he brought some water from the burn by the road, and therewith he wiped my face, first giving me to drink.
When I had drunk, the maid whom he called Elliot got up, her face very rosy, and they set my back against a tree, which I was right sorry for, as indeed I was now clean out of fairyland and back in this troublesome world.
The horses stood by us, tethered to trees, and browsed on the budding branches. "And now, maybe," he said, speaking in the kindly Scots, that was like music in my ear--"now, maybe, you will tell us who you are, and how you came into this jeopardy." I told him, shortly, that I was a Scot of Fife; whereto he answered that my speech was strangely English.
On this matter I satisfied him with the truth, namely, that my mother was of England.
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