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Chapter XXVIII. Little Daylight

           Ishallnotattempttodescribehismiserywhenthemoonrose,andhesawnothingbuttrees,trees,trees.

           Shewashighintheheavensbeforehereachedtheglade.Thenindeedhistroublesvanished,fortherewastheprincesscomingdancingtowardshim,inadressthatshonelikegold,andwithshoesthatglimmeredthroughthegrasslikefireflies.Shewasofcoursestillmorebeautifulthanbefore.Likeanembodiedsunbeamshepassedhim,anddancedawayintothedistance.

           Beforeshereturnedinhercircle,thecloudshadbeguntogatheraboutthemoon.Thewindrose,thetreesmoaned,andtheirlighterbranchesleanedallonewaybeforeit.Theprincefearedthattheprincesswouldgoin,andheshouldseehernomorethatnight.Butshecamedancingonmorejubilantthanever,hergoldendressandhersunnyhairstreamingoutupontheblast,wavingherarmstowardsthemoon,andintheexuberanceofherdelightorderingthecloudsawayfromoffherface.Theprincecouldhardlybelieveshewasnotacreatureoftheelements,afterall.

           Bythetimeshehadcompletedanothercircle,thecloudshadgathereddeep,andthereweregrowlingsofdistantthunder.Justasshepassedthetreewherehestood,aflashoflightningblindedhimforamoment,andwhenhesawagain,tohishorror,theprincesslayontheground.Hedartedtoher,thinkingshehadbeenstruck;butwhensheheardhimcoming,shewasonherfeetinamoment.

           “Whatdoyouwant?”sheasked.

           “Ibegyourpardon.Ithought—thelightning”saidtheprince,hesitating.

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