The Field of Clover

The Field of Clover, by Laurence
Housman

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Title: The Field of Clover
Author: Laurence Housman
Illustrator: Clemence Housman
Release Date: July 19, 2006 [EBook #18872]
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THE FIELD OF CLOVER
By Laurence Housman
DOVER PUBLICATIONS, INC., NEW YORK
ENGRAVED BY CLEMENCE HOUSMAN
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Contents
THE BOUND PRINCESS (in six parts) PAGE I THE FIRE-EATERS
3 II THE GALLOPING PLOUGH 13 III THE THIRSTY WELL 23 IV
THE PRINCESS MELILOT 33 V THE BURNING ROSE 45 VI THE
CAMPHOR WORM 57 THE CROWN'S WARRANTY 69 THE
WISHING-POT 81 THE FEEDING OF THE EMIGRANTS 111 THE
PASSIONATE PUPPETS 119

TO MY DEAR WOOD-ENGRAVER

THE BOUND PRINCESS

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THE BOUND PRINCESS

I
THE FIRE-EATERS
A long time ago there lived a man who had the biggest head in the
world. Into it he had crammed all the knowledge that might be gathered
from the four corners of the earth. Every one said he was the wisest
man living. "If I could only find a wife," said the sage, "as wise for a
woman as I am for a man, what a race of head-pieces we could bring
into the world!"
He waited many years before any such mate could be found for him:
yet, at last, found she was--one into whose head was bestowed all the
wisdom that might be gathered from the four quarters of heaven.
They were both old, but kings came from all sides to their wedding,
and offered themselves as god-parents to the first-born of the new race
that was to be. But, to the grief of his parents, the child, when he
arrived, proved to be a simpleton; and no second child ever came to
repair the mistake of the first.
That he was a simpleton was evident; his head was small and his limbs
were large, and he could run long before he could talk or do arithmetic.
In the bitterness of their hearts his father and mother named him
Noodle, without the aid of any royal god-parents; and from that
moment, for any care they took in his bringing-up, they washed their
wise hands of him.
Noodle grew and prospered, and enjoyed life in his own foolish way.
When his father and mother died within a short time of each other, they
left him alone without any friend in the world.
For a good while Noodle lived on just what he could find in the house,

in a hand-to-mouth sort of way, till at last only the furniture and the
four bare walls were left to him.
One cold winter's night he sat brooding over the fire, wondering where
he should get food for the morrow, when he heard feet coming up to the
door, and a knock striking low down upon the panel. Outside there was
a faint chirping and crackling sound, and a whispering as of fire licking
against the woodwork without.
He opened the door and peered forth into the night. There, just before
him, stood seven little men huddled up together; three feet high they
were, with bright yellow faces all shrivelled and sharp, and eyes whose
light leaped and sank like candle flame before a gust.
When they saw him, they shut their eyes and opened famished mouths
at him, pointing inwards with flickering finger-tips, and shivering from
head to foot with cold, although it seemed to the youth as if the warmth
of a slow fire came from them. 'Alas!' said Noodle, in reply to these
signs of hunger, 'I have not left even a crust of bread in the house to
give you! But at least come in and make yourselves warm!' He touched
the foremost, making signs for them all to enter. 'Ah,' he cried, 'what is
this, and what are you, that the mere touch of you burns my finger?'
Without