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aubles and bits of nacre became microscopic soldiers swarming in desperate battle.<br />
He woke up with a crimp in the neck at the first full cowbell of dawn, found his host<br />
outside, in a damp corner consigned to the humble needs of nature, and bade the good<br />
grunter (mountain farmer) show him the shortest way to the pass. "I'll rouse lazy<br />
Garh," said the farmer.<br />
A rude staircase led up to a loft. The farmer placed his gnarled hand on the gnarled<br />
balustrade and directed toward the upper darkness a guttural call: "Garh! Garh!"<br />
Although given to both sexes, the name is, strictly speaking, a masculine one, and the<br />
King expected to see emerge from the loft a bare-kneed mountain lad like a tawny<br />
angel. Instead there appeared a disheveled young hussy wearing only a man's shirt<br />
that came down to her pink shins and an oversized pair of brogues. A moment later, as<br />
in a transformation act, she reappeared, her yellow hair still hanging lank and loose,<br />
but the dirty shirt replaced by a dirty pullover, and her legs sheathed in corduroy pants.<br />
She was told to conduct the stranger to a spot from which he could easily reach the<br />
pass. A sleepy and sullen expression blurred whatever appeal her snub-nosed round<br />
face might have had for the local shepherds; but she complied readily enough with her<br />
father's wish. His wife was crooning an ancient song as she busied herself with pot<br />
and pan.<br />
Before leaving, the King asked his host, whose name was Griff, to accept an old gold<br />
piece he chanced to have in his pocket, the only money he possessed. Griff vigorously<br />
refused and, still remonstrating, started the laborious business of unlocking and<br />
unbolting two or three heavy doors. The King glanced at the old woman, received a<br />
wink of approval, and put the muted ducat on the mantelpiece, next to a violet<br />
seashell against which was propped a color print representing an elegant guardsman<br />
with his bare-shouldered wife - Karl the Beloved, as he was twenty odd years before,<br />
and his young queen, an angry young virgin with coal-black hair and ice-blue eyes.<br />
The stars had just faded. He followed the girl and a happy sheepdog up the overgrown<br />
trail that glistened with the ruby dew in the theatrical light of an alpine dawn. The<br />
very air seemed tinted and glazed. A sepulchral chill emanated from the sheer cliff<br />
along which the trail ascended; but on the opposite precipitous side, here and there<br />
between the tops of fir trees growing below, gossamer gleams of sunlight were<br />
beginning to weave patterns of warmth. At the next turning this warmth enveloped the<br />
fugitive, and a black butterfly came dancing down a pebbly rake. The path narrowed<br />
still more and gradually deteriorated amidst a jumble of boulders. The girl pointed to<br />
the slopes beyond it. He nodded. "Now go home," he said. "I shall rest here and then<br />
continue alone."<br />
He sank down on the grass near a patch of matted elfinwood and inhaled the bright air.<br />
The panting dog lay down at his feet. Garb smiled for the first time. Zemblan<br />
mountain girls are as a rule mere mechanisms of haphazard lust, and Garh was no<br />
exception. As soon as she had. settled beside him, she bent over and pulled over and<br />
off her tousled head the thick gray sweater, revealing her naked back and blancmange<br />
breasts, and flooded her embarrassed companion with ail the acridity of ungroomed<br />
womanhood. She was about to proceed with her stripping but he stopped her with a<br />
gesture and got up. He thanked her for all her kindness. He patted the innocent dog;<br />
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