Preliminary Tactics of Duke Jurgen
So Jurgen at court, and was for a little while. He loved a princess, the and most perfect of women; and loved her (a to which he recurred) as any other man had loved in the world's history: and very he was to by and see her married to another. Here was a to the of Glathion, for every of was fulfilled.
Now the of Guenevere, Jurgen loved with an entire heart, was this:--She was of height, with a not yet the of a woman. She had and very thick hair, and the color of it was the yellow of floss. When Guenevere her it was a to Jurgen to note how this about the small and throat, and then and her with a soft of gold. For Jurgen in her hair; and with intimacy, loved to great of it of his head, them there, and pressing soft of her against his as he the Princess.
The of Guenevere, be it repeated, was small: you at the proud free movements of that little which had to the weight of so much hair. The of Guenevere was and softly: it the of other the work of a sign-painter, just in anyhow. Gray had Guenevere, by long black that incredibly. Her high above her eyes: that was almost a fault. Her nose was and saucy: her was flesh: and her mouth was a and temptation.
"And so on, and so on! But there is no at all in this girl as though I were taking an of my shopwindow," said Jurgen. "Analogues are all very well, and they have the of custom: none the less, when I that my mistress's me of gold I am lying. It looks like yellow hair, and nothing else: would I ten of any woman with wires, of metal. And to that her are as and as the sea is very well also, and the of thing which of me: but how would be of water about in a lady's eye-sockets! If we actually the we of, we would and run. Still, I like this sirvente."
For he was making a in of Guenevere. It was the of Gogyrvan's that every must in of the lady of he was enamored; as well as that in these he should address the lady (as one name was too to mention) otherwise than did her sponsors. So Duke Jurgen of Logreus of his Phyllida.
"I borrow for my dear love the of that noted but by much lady who was by Ariphus of Belsize," he explained. "You will Poliger she was a of the house of Scleroveus: and you of Pisander's summing-up of the probabilities, in his _Heraclea_."
"Oh, yes," they said. And the of Gogyrvan Gawr, like Mother Sereda, were by Duke Jurgen's erudition.
For Jurgen was Duke of Logreus nowadays, with his shirt and the upon his to for it. Awkwardly this proved to be an earl's coronet, but are not always inexplicable.
"It was Earl Giarmuid's horse. You have of Giarmuid: but to ask that is insulting."
"Oh, not at all. It is humor. We perfectly your humor, Duke Jurgen."
"And a very I this famous Giarmuid as I westward. And since he killed my in the of our conversation, I was to take over his horse, after I had this Giarmuid proper interment. Oh, yes, a very fighter, and I had much talk of him in Logreus. He was Lord of Ore and Persaunt, you remember, though of the came by his mother's side."
"Oh, yes," they said. "You must not think that we of Glathion are out from the great world. We have of all these affairs. And we have also of your of Logreus, messire."
"Doubtless," said Jurgen; and again to his singing.
"Lo, for I pray to thee, Love," he descanted, "that to-day make my love, to Phyllida I, Logreus, love so tenderly, not to me love! Asked why, say my drink and food is love, in days I think and on love, and good in save love, since Phyllida me how to love."
Here Jurgen with ardor; and he continued: "If she such of love as would my great and love, no more! With of love Death resistlessly, Love, in place of her that such of love as to Death the and I love."
Thus Jurgen sang of his Phyllida, and meant (as knew) the Princess Guenevere. Since him to in analogues, he wholesale. Gems and metals, the of the and garden, and and and perfumes, an of weapons, ice and a of were his starting-point. Then the and were of to be mentioned with disparagement, in with one or another of Duke Jurgen's Phyllida. Zoology and history, and the of his pawnshop, were and to for depreciation: in with the famous ladies loved by poets, Duke Jurgen was positively insulting, a of merit. Still, he was to be just: and he allowed that these might in which had his Phyllida. And to all this the lady he willingly.
"She is a princess," Jurgen. "She is beautiful. She is young, and her father's opinion, she is intelligent, as go. Nobody ask more. Why, then, am I not out of my about her? Already she a or two when nobody is around, and presently she will permit more. And she thinks I am the person living. Come, Jurgen, man! is there no in this you have regained? Come, let us have a little and over this promising situation!"
But somehow Jurgen not manage it. He was in what, he knew, was going to happen. Yes, he looked to more with this princess, but it was as one of a dessert. Jurgen that a for in this was neither one thing or the other.
"If only I like a cold-blooded villain, now, I would at be classifiable. But I the girl no harm, I am of her. I shall talk my best, her ideas, and give her, I myself, pleasure: apart, I shall her no the worse. Why, the dear little thing, not for the of seven would I do her any hurt! And in these is everything, everything. No, decidedly, I am not a cold-blooded villain; and I shall with the Princess."
Thus Jurgen was by his own emotions, as he them from to side, and them, and to a fresh viewpoint, only to it no more than the one relinquished: but he the of his with very moving fervors. The not record his with Guenevere: for Jurgen now plain idiocy, as one to a child in at the pet's appetite. And Jurgen advanced: there was no hurry, with to everything: meanwhile this work had a familiar pleasantness.
For the co-ordinates matters, that one thing leads to another. There is no at all in to a love that its hopelessness: it was a which Jurgen mentioned, and was about to pass on; only Guenevere, in modesty, was to her own attractions, as an for so much misery. Common that Jurgen enter upon a rebuttal. To one point in this, the was to take the hand of his audience: but did that every day, with nobody objecting; moreover, the hand was here, not so much as by its detainer, as of what he contended. How else was he to prove the Princess of Glathion had the hand in the world? It was not a he Guenevere to accept on hearsay: and Jurgen wanted to with her.
Well, but the hand in the world a will naturally each fingertip: this is a to perfection, and has no personal application. Besides, a kiss, deposited, as Jurgen pointed out, is, when you think of it, but a ceremonial, of no wrongfulness. The girl against this apothegm--as again exacted,--was, still in common fairness, of her error. So now, says Jurgen presently, you see for yourself. Is anything us? Do we not here, just as we were before? Why, to be sure! a is now a performance, with nothing very about it one way or the other. It has its side. Thus there is no need to make a over or over an arm about you, when it is more so: how can one to a friend what is to a or an old cloak? It would be nonsense, as Jurgen with a very from Napsacus.
Then, so, in the of a naturally gesticulates: and a of his is upon his hands. When anyone is talking it is to interrupt, to of a gentleman's hand outright, as Jurgen parenthesized, is a little forward. No, he did not think it would be proper for Guenevere to his hand. Let us decorum, in trifles.
"Ah, but you know that you are doing wrong!"
"I doing wrong! I, who am here and talking my best in an to you! Come now, Princess, but tell me what you mean!"
"You should know very well what I mean."
"But I to you I have not the least notion. How can I possibly know what you when you to tell me what you mean?"
And since the Princess to put into just what she meant, as they were, for the while.
Thus did Jurgen co-ordinate matters, that one thing leads to another. And in short, very much as Jurgen had anticipated.
Now, by ordinary, Jurgen talked with Guenevere in places. He this, then he was not by that presence in put him out. Nobody to notice this shadow; it was patent, indeed, that nobody see it save Jurgen: none the less, the thing him. So from the he Guenevere as a soft voice and a perfume in twilight, as a not visioned.
And Gogyrvan's people him. The hook-nosed tall old King had been by Jurgen from thought, as an not to be the trouble of solving. Gogyrvan at once to be himself to patience under some private and to be in his mind some private jest; he was queer, and abominable: but to the old his due, he was not meddlesome.
The people about Gogyrvan, though, were perplexing. These men who that all you was you to to the service of your God, your King and every woman who your path, be rationally. To talk of God as and as as a drum: yes, and a had nothing but air in it. The said so-and-so: but did the Bishop of Merion, for example, was always to be upon?
"I would like the opinion of Prince Evrawc's wife as to that," said Jurgen, with a grin. For it was well-known that all this Dame Alundyne and the Bishop were so managed as to no for any whatever.
As for the King, there in plain view was Gogyrvan Gawr, for anyone who so elected, to and over: Gogyrvan might be enough, but to Jurgen he very little of the Lord's anointed. To the contrary, he you of Jurgen's brother-in-law, the grocer, without being by the tradesman's in customers. Gogyrvan Gawr was a person Jurgen not any Deity as steward. And finally, when it came to women, what of service did most appreciate? Jurgen had his answer enough, but it was an answer not for in a mixed company.
"No one of my opinions, in fact, is to my in Glathion, I am a who to as they are. Therefore I must always, in to myself, that I very traffic with madmen. Yet Rome was a town, and it was who saved it. These people may be right; and I cannot go so as to say they are wrong: but still, at the same time--! Yes, that is how I about it."
Thus did Jurgen at the of Glathion, and to all its customs. In the of love-songs nobody more that the lady he loved (quite hopelessly, of course), all perfections: and when it came to service, the of Caliburn the of and and sportsmanlike. Still, Jurgen a little, now and then, in order to to the of Glathion: and the Duke of Logreus was as a very promising knight.
And all the while he he just that which was in Glathion, and the of this ideal, but not possibly in it. Here was, again, a in twilight, a not visioned.
"Yet am not I a fellow," he would himself, "to take them all in so completely? It is a joke to which, I think, I do full justice."
So Jurgen among these to life was a high-hearted homeward. God the Father you there, to at need, but to forgive, after the manner of all fathers: that one a little in traveling, and sometimes into the lane, was a which fathers understood: meanwhile here was an ever-present of His perfection in woman, the and the of His creations. Thus was every woman a symbol to be and reverently. So said they all.
"Why, but to be sure!" Jurgen. And in support of his position he very Ophelion, and Fabianus Papirius, and Sextius Niger to boot.
