Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
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THE LAST WISDOM<br />
lion stem. <strong>No</strong>w the place seemed empty and deserted. His voice rang<br />
hollow in the stillness and the echoes returned to mock him. Where<br />
the flowers had raised their heads to greet his approach, they drooped<br />
and died 5 the birds had all flown awayj the very trees regarded him<br />
askance.<br />
From place to place he wandered. Everywhere it was the same; his<br />
friends of yesterday knew him no more. They turned in cold distrust<br />
from this intruder of their privacy $ what did he do here, this courtier<br />
in satin coat and haughty plumes? For them, they had no time for such<br />
as he. They mourned a Fool's gay laughter and the music of the bells<br />
in his cap as he gambled down the pathway and left them one May<br />
morn. . . .<br />
Slowly the dwarf retraced his steps. Gone were the green days of the<br />
forest, gone forever, and the future held no gleam of hope.<br />
He stood once more upon the fringe of the trees and looked to right<br />
and left down the highroad. In the far distance he discerned, coming<br />
towards him, the figure of a man, tall and thin, with flowing beard and<br />
staff in hand. The Stranger approached as he had done before, but this<br />
time the dwarf watched him come with an ache of longing in his heart<br />
and a great weariness before his eyes.<br />
<strong>No</strong>w, the blue eyes of the Weaver were looking into his, the hand<br />
of the Weaver was on his shoulder, and the voice of the Weaver said<br />
gently, insistently:<br />
"Best come with me, Little Fool, to the Towns where the days are<br />
short and the nights are long. Needs must we tread the high road when<br />
the forest paths are closed."<br />
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