Economics of King Jurgen
Now Jurgen's put into the of Jurgen. So his that he into the Woods, and passed over Coalisnacoan (which is the Ferry of Dogs), and did all such as were necessary to Phobetor. Then Jurgen Phobetor by an device, use was of a and three and a gimlet, and so Phobetor out of a magic. And that night while Pseudopolis slept King Jurgen came into this city of gold and ivory.
Jurgen with among the broad-browed and great-limbed of Pseudopolis, for they him of that he had long ago put aside, and they him and insignificant. That was his for the city.
Now he passed and palaces, walking in where the moon shadows. Here was the house of Ajax Telamon who in sea-girt Salamis, here that of god-like Philoctetês: much-counseling Odysseus just across the way, and the was fair-haired Agamemnon's: in the moonlight Jurgen easily out these names upon the that each doorway. To every of him slept the of old song while Jurgen under their windows.
He how incuriously--not scornfully--these people had him on that when he had into Pseudopolis by daylight. And a little of him, and Jurgen his at the big palaces.
"Yah!" he snarled: for he did not know at all what it was that he to say to those great who did not what he said, but he that he them. Then Jurgen aware of himself there like a who is to bite, and he to laugh at this Jurgen.
"Your pardon, of Greece," says he, with a wide bow, "and I think the I to was that I am a fellow."
Jurgen into the largest palace, and by the of Achilles, King of Men, a-tip-toe; and so came at last into a little room with cedar-wood where slept Queen Helen. She was in her sleep when he had his lamp, with of the magic. She was beautiful, this Dorothy people through some odd error called Helen.
For Jurgen saw very well that this was Count Emmerick's sister Dorothy la Désirée, Jurgen had loved in the days when Jurgen was in and heart. Just once he had to her, in the garden and sunrise: but he was then a time-battered Dorothy did not recognise. Now he returned to her a king, less it might be than some of the many other kings without who slept now in Pseudopolis, but still very in his youth, and above all, by a magic: so that were possible. And Jurgen's were furtive, and he passed his across his upper lip from one to the other, and his hand out toward the of violet-colored which the sleeping girl, for he to Dorothy la Désirée in the way he often Chloris.
But a him. Nothing, he recollected, had the power to him very since he had this Dorothy. And to which to result unpleasantly, he had always managed to an turn, since then, by of a heart. What if by some he were to his youth? and were to again the boy who from to wild misery, and again, at the least word or of a gold-haired girl?
"Thank you, no!" says Jurgen. "The boy was more than I, who am by way of being not admirable. But then he had a time of it, by and large. Thus it may be that my sleeping here: and for no would I re-awaken it."
And yet came into his eyes, for no at all. And it to him that the sleeping woman, here at his disposal, was not the Dorothy he had in the garden and sunrise, although the two were alike; and that of the two this woman here was, somehow, the lovelier.
"Lady, if you be the Swan's daughter, long and long ago there was a child that was ill. And his to a fever, and in his he from his one night, saying that he must set out for Troy, of his love for Queen Helen. I was once that child. I how it to me I should be talking such nonsense: I how the warm room of drugs: and I how I the trouble in my nurse's face, and old in the yellow lamplight. For she loved me, and she did not understand: and she with me to be a good boy and not to worry my sleeping parents. But I now that I was not talking nonsense."
He paused, the riddle: and his with the of violet-colored which Queen Helen. "Yours is that of which men know by report alone, and which they may not find, win to, quite. And for that I have always, in childhood. Toward that I have always, but not whole-heartedly. That night my life. I have for you: and"--Jurgen here--"and I have always a good boy, I should my family. For to do that, I thought, would not be fair: and still I for me to have done that would have been unfair."
He at this point: for Jurgen was his numerous.
"And now I think that what I do to-night is not to Chloris. And I do not know what thing it is that I desire, and the will of Jurgen is a in the wind. But I know that I would like to love somebody as Chloris loves me, and as so many have loved me. And I know that it is you who have this, Queen Helen, at every moment of my life since the moment when I to your in the of Madame Dorothy. It is the memory of your beauty, as I then saw it in the of a jill-flirt, which has me for such love as other men give women: and I these other men. For Jurgen has loved nothing--not you, not Jurgen!--quite whole-heartedly. Well, what if I took now upon this comeliness, upon this that life of and sorrow?"
Jurgen at Queen Helen's bedside, her, for a long while. He had into a less mood: and the that him was and and upon the of Queen Helen's sleeping-chamber.
"Mine is a magic which not fail," old Phobetor had said, while his his so that he see King Jurgen.
Now Jurgen this. And he the of violet-colored wool, a little way. The of Queen Helen bare. And she did not move at all, but she in her sleep.
Never had Jurgen that any woman be so so as this woman, or that he know such rapture. So Jurgen paused.
"Because," said Jurgen now, "it may be this woman has some fault: it may be there is some in her somewhere. And sooner than know that, I would to my dreams, and this which is and hopeless, and the memory of to-night. Besides, if she were perfect in everything, how I live any longer, who would have no more to desire? No, I would be my own interests, either way; and is always despicable."
So Jurgen and replaced the of violet-colored wool, and he returned to his Hamadryad.
"And now that I think of it, too," Jurgen, "I am nobly. Yes, it is that I have to-night a of which appreciation, at all events by King Achilles."
