Paul the Minstrel | Page 6

wish for? I should have thought you had all you could
desire." "Why, I hardly know," said Paul, smiling. "It seems that I
desire a thousand things, and can scarcely give a name to one." "That is
ever the way," said the woman, "but the day will come when you will
be content with one." Paul did not understand what she meant, but
thanked her and went on his way; and wondered that she stood so long
looking after him.
At last he came to the spring. It was a pool in a field, ringed round by
alders. Paul thought he had never seen a fairer place. There grew a
number of great kingcups round the brim, with their flowers like
glistening gold, and with cool thick stalks and fresh leaves. Inside the
ring of flowers the pool looked strangely deep and black; but looking
into it you could see the sand leaping at the bottom in three or four
cones; and to the left the water bubbled away in a channel covered with
water-plants. Paul could see that there was an abundance of little things
at the bottom, half covered with sand--coins, flowers, even little
jars--which he knew to be the gifts of wishers. So he flung his own coin
in the pool, and saw it slide hither and thither, glancing in the light, till
it settled at the dark bottom. Then he dipped and drank, turned to the
sun, and closing his eyes, said out loud, "Give me what I desire." And

this he repeated three times, to be sure that he was heard. Then he
opened his eyes again, and for a moment the place looked different,
with a strange grey light. But there was no answer to his prayer in
heaven or earth, and the very sky seemed to wear a quiet smile.
Paul waited a little, half expecting some answer; but presently he
turned his back upon the pool and walked slowly away; the down lay
on one side of him, looking solemn and dark over the trees which grew
very plentifully; Paul thought that he would like to walk upon the down;
so he went up a little leafy lane that seemed to lead to it. Suddenly, as
he passed a small thicket, a voice hailed him; it was a rich and cheerful
voice, and it came from under the trees. He turned in the direction of
the voice, which seemed to be but a few yards off, and saw, sitting on a
green bank under the shade, two figures. One was a man of middle age,
dressed lightly as though for travelling, and Paul thought somewhat
fantastically. His hat had a flower stuck in the band. But Paul thought
little of the dress, because the face of the man attracted him; he was
sunburnt and strong-looking, and Paul at first thought he must be a
soldier; he had a short beard, and his hair was grown rather long; his
face was deeply lined, but there was something wonderfully
good-natured, friendly, and kind about his whole expression. He was
smiling, and his smile showed small white teeth; and Paul felt in a
moment that he could trust him, and that the man was friendly disposed
to himself and all the world; friendly, not in a servile way, as one who
wished to please, but in a sort of prodigal, royal way, as one who had
great gifts to bestow, and was liberal of them, and looked to be made
welcome. The other figure was that of a boy rather older than himself,
with a merry ugly face, who in looking at Paul, seemed yet to keep a
sidelong and deferential glance at the older man, as though admiring
him, and desiring to do as he did in all things.
"Where go you, pretty boy, alone in the noon-tide?" said the man.
Paul stopped and listened, and for a moment could not answer. Then he
said, "I am going to the down, sir, and I have been"--he hesitated for a
moment--"I have been to the Wishing Well."
"The Wishing Well?" said the man gravely. "I did not know there was

one hereabouts. I thought that every one in this happy valley had been
too well content--and what did you wish for, if I may ask?"
Paul was silent and grew red; and then he said, "Oh, just for my heart's
desire."
"That is either a very cautious or a very beautiful answer," said the man,
"and it gives me a lesson in manners; but will you not sit a little with us
in the shade?--and you shall hear a concert of music such as I dare say
you shall hardly hear out of France or Italy. Do you practise music,
child, the divine gift?"
"I love it