Rewards and Fairies E-Book

Rudyard Kipling

• Herausgeber: Rudyard Kipling
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Take of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for all who lie beneath— Not the great nor well-bespoke, But the mere uncounted folk Of whose life and death is none Report or lamentation. Lay that earth upon thy heart, And thy sickness shall depart!

Leseprobe

Rudyard Kipling

Rewards and Fairies

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Table of contents

A Charm

Introduction

COLD IRON

GLORIANA

THE WRONG THING

MARKLAKE WITCHES

THE KNIFE AND THE NAKED CHALK

BROTHER SQUARE-TOES

IF—

'A PRIEST IN SPITE OF HIMSELF'

THE CONVERSION OF ST WILFRID

A DOCTOR OF MEDICINE

SIMPLE SIMON

THE TREE OF JUSTICE

A Charm

Take of English earth as much     As either hand may rightly clutch.     In the taking of it breathe     Prayer for all who lie beneath—     Not the great nor well-bespoke,     But the mere uncounted folk     Of whose life and death is none     Report or lamentation.     Lay that earth upon thy heart,     And thy sickness shall depart!     It shall sweeten and make whole     Fevered breath and festered soul;     It shall mightily restrain     Over-busy hand and brain;     it shall ease thy mortal strife     'Gainst the immortal woe of life,     Till thyself restored shall prove     By what grace the Heavens do move.     Take of English flowers these—     Spring's full-faced primroses,     Summer's wild wide-hearted rose,     Autumn's wall-flower of the close,     And, thy darkness to illume,     Winter's bee-thronged ivy-bloom.     Seek and serve them where they bide     From Candlemas to Christmas-tide,     For these simples used aright     Shall restore a failing sight.     These shall cleanse and purify     Webbed and inward-turning eye;     These shall show thee treasure hid,     Thy familiar fields amid,     At thy threshold, on thy hearth,     Or about thy daily path;     And reveal (which is thy need)     Every man a King indeed!

Introduction

Once upon a time, Dan and Una, brother and sister, living in the English country, had the good fortune to meet with Puck, alias Robin Goodfellow, alias Nick o' Lincoln, alias Lob-lie-by-the-Fire, the last survivor in England of those whom mortals call Fairies. Their proper name, of course, is 'The People of the Hills'. This Puck, by means of the magic of Oak, Ash, and Thorn, gave the children powerTo see what they should see and hear what they should hear,     Though it should have happened three thousand year.The result was that from time to time, and in different places on the farm and in the fields and in the country about, they saw and talked to some rather interesting people. One of these, for instance, was a Knight of the Norman Conquest, another a young Centurion of a Roman Legion stationed in England, another a builder and decorator of King Henry VII's time; and so on and so forth; as I have tried to explain in a book called PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.A year or so later, the children met Puck once more, and though they were then older and wiser, and wore boots regularly instead of going barefooted when they got the chance, Puck was as kind to them as ever, and introduced them to more people of the old days.He was careful, of course, to take away their memory of their walks and conversations afterwards, but otherwise he did not interfere; and Dan and Una would find the strangest sort of persons in their gardens or woods.In the stories that follow I am trying to tell something about those people.

COLD IRON

When Dan and Una had arranged to go out before breakfast, they did not remember that it was Midsummer Morning. They only wanted to see the otter which, old Hobden said, had been fishing their brook for weeks; and early morning was the time to surprise him. As they tiptoed out of the house into the wonderful stillness, the church clock struck five. Dan took a few steps across the dew-blobbed lawn, and looked at his black footprints.

'I think we ought to be kind to our poor boots,' he said. 'They'll get horrid wet.'

It was their first summer in boots, and they hated them, so they took them off, and slung them round their necks, and paddled joyfully over the dripping turf where the shadows lay the wrong way, like evening in the East. The sun was well up and warm, but by the brook the last of the night mist still fumed off the water. They picked up the chain of otter's footprints on the mud, and followed it from the bank, between the weeds and the drenched mowing, while the birds shouted with surprise. Then the track left the brook and became a smear, as though a log had been dragged along.

They traced it into Three Cows meadow, over the mill-sluice to the Forge, round Hobden's garden, and then up the slope till it ran out on the short turf and fern of Pook's Hill, and they heard the cock-pheasants crowing in the woods behind them.

'No use!' said Dan, questing like a puzzled hound. 'The dew's drying off, and old Hobden says otters'll travel for miles.'

'I'm sure we've travelled miles.' Una fanned herself with her hat. 'How still it is! It's going to be a regular roaster.' She looked down the valley, where no chimney yet smoked.

'Hobden's up!' Dan pointed to the open door of the Forge cottage. 'What d'you suppose he has for breakfast?' 'One of them. He says they eat good all times of the year,' Una jerked her head at some stately pheasants going down to the brook for a drink.

A few steps farther on a fox broke almost under their bare feet, yapped, and trotted off.