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V. The Black Wood by Day
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"Oldwives’havers!Itisablessedandinnocentplace.ButIdonotlikethatname--Melanudrigill.Thereisdarkmagicthere.CallittheWood,andyouwillloveitasIdo....See,Iamcomingdown.Makeroom,please,andthenIwilltakeyoutoParadise.YoudonotknowParadise?Itistheshrineofthisgrove,andnonebutmecanfindtheroad."
ThiswasnotthestatelyladyinthegownofyellowsatinandbluevelvetwhohadabashedhimthatnightinCalidontower.Itwasaslimlaughinggirlingreenwhopresentlystoodbesidehim,herfeetinstoutcountryshoes,herhairboundonlybyasilkfilletandstillunrulyfromthechase.Hesuddenlylosthisembarrassment.HisreasontoldhimthatthiswasKatrineYesterofCalidon,adaughterofaproudandcontumacioushousethatwaslookedaskanceatbythegodly,awoman,abeauty--commoditiesofwhichheknewnothing.Buthisreasonwasblinded,andhesawonlyagirlonaspringholiday.
Sheledhimdownthehill,andasshewentshechatteredgaily,likeasolitarychildwhohasfoundacomrade.
"Isawyoubeforeyousawme,andIhopedyouwouldfollowwhenIranaway.IlikedyouthatnightatCalidon.Theytoldmethatministerswereallsour-facedandold,butyoulookedkind.Andyouaremerry,too,Ithink--notsad,likemostpeopleinScotland."
"Youhavenotbeenlonginthisland?"heasked.
"SinceJuneoflastyear.ThisismyfirstScottishspring,anditisdifferentfromFranceandEngland.Inthoselandssummercomeswitharushonwinter’sheels,butherethereisalongpreparation,andflowersstealverysoftlybacktotheworld.