A Dreamers Tales | Page 9

to see us pass. Then I would wheel suddenly, and the dust
flew up from my four hooves as I turned and we galloped home again,
and my master was put to bed. And again he would ride abroad on
another day till we came to magical fortresses guarded by wizardry and
overthrew the dragons at the gate, and ever came back with a princess
fairer than the sea.
"But my master began to grow larger in his body and smaller in his soul,
and then he rode more seldom upon quests. At last he saw gold and
never came again, and I was cast out here among these little people."
But while the rocking-horse was speaking two boys stole away,
unnoticed by their parents, from a house on the edge of the waste place,
and were coming across it looking for adventures. One of them carried
a broom, and when he saw the rocking-horse he said nothing, but broke
off the handle from the broom and thrust it between his braces and his
shirt on the left side. Then he mounted the rocking-horse, and drawing
forth the broomstick, which was sharp and spiky at the end, said,
"Saladin is in this desert with all his pyjamas, and I am Coeur de Lion."
After a while the other boy said: "Now let me kill Saladin too." But
Blagdaross in his wooden heart, that exulted with thoughts of battle,
said: "I am Blagdaross yet!"

THE MADNESS OF ANDELSPRUTZ
I first saw the city of Andelsprutz on an afternoon in spring. The day
was full of sunshine as I came by the way of the fields, and all that
morning I had said, "There will be sunlight on it when I see for the first
time the beautiful conquered city whose fame has so often made for me
lovely dreams." Suddenly I saw its fortifications lifting out of the fields,
and behind them stood its belfries. I went in by a gate and saw its
houses and streets, and a great disappointment came upon me. For there
is an air about a city, and it has a way with it, whereby a man may
recognized one from another at once. There are cities full of happiness
and cities full of pleasure, and cities full of gloom. There are cities with
their faces to heaven, and some with their faces to earth; some have a
way of looking at the past and others look at the future; some notice
you if you come among them, others glance at you, others let you go by.
Some love the cities that are their neighbours, others are dear to the
plains and to the heath; some cities are bare to the wind, others have
purple cloaks and others brown cloaks, and some are clad in white.
Some tell the old tale of their infancy, with others it is secret; some
cities sing and some mutter, some are angry, and some have broken
hearts, and each city has her way of greeting Time.
I had said: "I will see Andelsprutz arrogant with her beauty," and I had
said: "I will see her weeping over her conquest."
I had said: "She will sing songs to me," and "she will be reticent," "she
will be all robed," and "she will be bare but splendid."
But the windows of Andelsprutz in her houses looked vacantly over the
plains like the eyes of a dead madman. At the hour her chimes sounded
unlovely and discordant, some of them were out of tune, and the bells
of some were cracked, her roofs were bald and without moss. At
evening no pleasant rumour arose in her streets. When the lamps were
lit in the houses no mystical flood of light stole out into the dusk, you
merely saw that there were lighted lamps; Andelsprutz had no way with
her and no air about her. When the night fell and the blinds were all
drawn down, then I perceived what I had not thought in the daylight. I
knew then that Andelsprutz was dead.
I saw a fair-haired man who drank beer in a café, and I said to him:
"Why is the city of Andelsprutz quite dead, and her soul gone hence?"

He answered: "Cities do not have souls and there is never any life in
bricks."
And I said to him: "Sir, you have spoken truly."
And I asked the same question of another man, and he gave me the
same answer, and I thanked him for his courtesy. And I saw a man of a
more slender build, who had black hair, and channels in his cheeks for
tears to run in, and I said to him:
"Why is Andelsprutz quite dead, and when did her soul go hence?"
And he answered: "Andelsprutz