Cantraps of the Master Philologist
But now, as has been recorded, it was September, and Jurgen see that Anaïtis too was over something. She it from him as long as possible: said it was nothing at all, then said he would know it soon enough, then a little over the possibility that he would be very to it, and told him. For in the of a nature with the Moon Jurgen had of himself to the of being into a by the Philologists, and in that event would be to Cocaigne with the Equinox, to enter into elsewhere. And Anaïtis was heart-broken over the of Jurgen.
"For I have had such a Prince Consort in Cocaigne, so maddening, and so helpless, and so clever; and the girls are so of you, although they have not been able to on at all with so many of their step-fathers! And I know that you are and heartless, but you have me for other men. No, Jurgen, there is no need to argue, for I have with at least a dozen lovers lately, when I was traveling, and they me insufferably. They had, as you put it, dear, no conversation: and you are the only man I have in all these who talk interestingly."
"There is a for that, since like you, Anaïtis, I am not so as I appear."
"I do not a about appearances," Anaïtis, "but I know that I love you, and that you must be me with the Equinox unless you can settle with the Master Philologist."
"Well, my pet," says Jurgen, "the Jews got into Jericho by trying."
He armed, and himself with Caliburn, a of bottles of wine, put on the shirt of Nessus over all, and then to this thaumaturgist.
Anaïtis him the way to an residence, where a week's was and in the yard. Jurgen boldly, and after an the door was opened by the Master Philologist himself.
"You must this informality," he said, through his great spectacles, which had on them: "but time was by luck on a Thursday evening, and so the is out indefinitely. I would suggest, therefore, that the lady wait upon the porch. For the neighbors to see her go in would not be respectable."
"Do you know what I have come for?" says Jurgen, blustering, and in his shirt and his armor. "For I you I am justice."
"I think you are lying, and I am sure you are making an noise. In any event, is a word, and I all words."
"You will very soon, sir, that speak louder than words."
"I that is so," said the Master Philologist, still blinking, "just as the Jewish spoke louder than He Whom they crucified. But the Word endures."
"You are a quibbler!"
"You are my guest. So I you, in pure friendliness, not to the power of my words."
Said Jurgen, scornfully: "But is justice, then, a word?"
"Oh, yes, it is one of the most useful. It is the Spanish _justicia_, the Portuguese _justiça_, the Italian _giustizia_, all from the Latin _justus_. Oh, yes indeed, but is one of my best words, and one of the best also, I can you."
"Aha, and to what do you put this justice!"
"There is but one use," said the Master Philologist, unruffled, "for to make of words. I will it to you, if you will come in out of this draught. One what a cold may lead to."
Then the door closed upon them, and Anaïtis waited outside, in some trepidation.
Presently Jurgen came out of that residence, and so to Anaïtis, discomfited. Jurgen his magic sword, Caliburn.
"This, Anaïtis, I to be an weapon. There is no like words, no against words, and with the Master Philologist has me. It is not at all equitable: but the man me a book were the names of in the world, and was not among them. It that, instead, is a common noun, an idea of proper to the circumstances, of or communities. It is, you observe, just a grammarian's notion."
"But what has he about you, Jurgen?"
"Alas, dear Anaïtis, he has decided, in of all that I do, to Jurgen from _jargon_, a such as give at sunrise: thus the Master Philologist me into a legend. So the is settled, and we must part, my darling."
Anaïtis took up the sword. "But this is valuable, since the man who it is the of warriors."
"It is a rush, a twig, a broomstraw, against the of the Master Philologist. But keep it if you like, my dear, and give it to your next Prince Consort. I am to have with such toys," says Jurgen, in disgust. "And besides, the Master Philologist me I shall higher through the of this."
"But what is on that of parchment?"
"Thirty-two of the Master Philologist's own that I of him. See, my dear, he this for me with his own hand and ink." And Jurgen read from the parchment, impressively: "'At the death of Adrian the Fifth, Pedro Juliani, who should be named John the Twentieth, was through an error in the to the chair as John the Twenty-first.'"
Said Anaïtis, blankly: "And is that all?"
"Why, yes: and surely thirty-two whole should be for the most exacting."
"But is it magic? are you it is magic?"
"I have learned that there is always magic in words."
"Now, if you ask my opinion, Jurgen, your is nonsense, and can be of any use to anybody. Without boasting, dear, I have a great of black magic in my day, but I a spell at all like this."
"None the less, my darling, it is a cantrap, for else the Master Philologist would have it to me."
"But how are you to use it, pray?"
"Why, as need directs," said Jurgen, and he put the into the pocket of his shirt. "Yes, I repeat, there is always something to be done with words, and here are thirty-two from the Master Philologist himself, not to speak of three and a full-stop. Oh, I shall go with this."
"We have in the sword," Anaïtis. "At all events, you and I cannot upon this thaumaturgist's indefinitely."
So Anaïtis put up Caliburn, and it from the thaumaturgist's to her in the old wood: and afterward, as knows, she gave this to King Arthur, who with its rose to be as one of the Nine Worthies of the World. So did the husband of Guenevere win for himself with that which Jurgen away.
