Rewards and Fairies - Penn State University
Rewards and Fairies - Penn State University
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Rudyard Kipling<br />
cause any man can lie to a God, but no man can lie to a woman. me to be a God, like the God Tyr, who gave his right h<strong>and</strong> to<br />
And I am not angry with you. I am only very sorrowful for conquer a Great Beast.’<br />
you. Wait a little, <strong>and</strong> you will see out of your one eye why I ‘By the Fire in the Belly of the Flint was that so?’ Puck<br />
am sorry. So she hid herself.<br />
rapped out.<br />
‘I went back with my people, each one carrying his Knife, ‘By my Knife <strong>and</strong> the Naked Chalk, so it was! They made<br />
<strong>and</strong> making it sing in the air—tssee-sssse. The Flint never way for my shadow as though it had been a Priestess walking<br />
sings. It mutters—ump-ump. The Beast heard. The Beast saw. to the Barrows of the Dead. I was afraid. I said to myself, “My<br />
He knew! Everywhere he ran away from us. We all laughed. Mother <strong>and</strong> my Maiden will know I am not Tyr.” But still I<br />
As we walked over the grass my Mother’s brother—the Chief was afraid, with the fear of a man who falls into a steep flint-pit<br />
on the Men’s Side—he took off his Chief’s necklace of yel- while he runs, <strong>and</strong> feels that it will be hard to climb out.<br />
low sea-stones.’<br />
‘When we came to the Dew-ponds all our people were there.<br />
‘How? Eh? Oh, I remember! Amber,’ said Puck.<br />
The men showed their knives <strong>and</strong> told their tale. The sheep<br />
‘And would have put them on my neck. I said, “No, I am guards also had seen The Beast flying from us. The Beast<br />
content. What does my one eye matter if my other eye sees fat went west across the river in packs—howling! He knew the<br />
sheep <strong>and</strong> fat children running about safely?” My Mother’s brother Knife had come to the Naked Chalk at last—at last! He knew!<br />
said to them, “I told you he would never take such things.” Then So my work was done. I looked for my Maiden among the<br />
they began to sing a song in the Old Tongue—The Song of Tyr. Priestesses. She looked at me, but she did not smile. She made<br />
I sang with them, but my Mother’s brother said, “This is your the sign to me that our Priestesses must make when they sac-<br />
song, O Buyer of the Knife. Let us sing it, Tyr.”<br />
rifice to the Old Dead in the Barrows. I would have spoken,<br />
‘Even then I did not underst<strong>and</strong>, till I saw that—that no but my Mother’s brother made himself my Mouth, as though<br />
man stepped on my shadow; <strong>and</strong> I knew that they thought I had been one of the Old Dead in the Barrows for whom<br />
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