The World of Romance | Page 4

off entirely; and then I felt sick at heart, and faint, and parched,
and I stooped to drink of the water of the river, and as soon as the water
touched my lips, lo! the river vanished, and the flat country with its
poppies and lilies, and I dreamed that I was in a boat by myself again,
floating in an almost land-locked bay of the northern sea, under a cliff
of dark basalt. I was lying on my back in the boat, looking up at the
intensely blue sky, and a long low swell from the outer sea lifted the
boat up and let it fall again and carried it gradually nearer and nearer
towards the dark cliff; and as I moved on, I saw at last, on the top of the
cliff, a castle, with many towers, and on the highest tower of the castle
there was a great white banner floating, with a red chevron on it, and
three golden stars on the chevron; presently I saw too on one of the
towers, growing in a cranny of the worn stones, a great bunch of golden
and blood-red wall-flowers, and I watched the wall-flowers and banner
for long; when suddenly I heard a trumpet blow from the castle, and
saw a rush of armed men on to the battlements, and there was a fierce
fight, till at last it was ended, and one went to the banner and pulled it
down, and cast it over the cliff in to the sea, and it came down in long
sweeps, with the wind making little ripples in it;--slowly, slowly it
came, till at last it fell over me and covered me from my feet till over
my breast, and I let it stay there and looked again at the castle, and then
I saw that there was an amber-coloured banner floating over the castle
in place of the red chevron, and it was much larger than the other: also
now, a man stood on the battlements, looking towards me; he had a
tilting helmet on, with the visor down, and an amber-coloured surcoat
over his armour: his right hand was ungauntletted, and he held it high
above his head, and in his hand was the bunch of wallflowers that I had
seen growing on the wall; and his hand was white and small like a
woman's, for in my dream I could see even very far-off things much

clearer than we see real material things on the earth: presently he threw
the wallflowers over the cliff, and they fell in the boat just behind my
head, and then I saw, looking down from the battlements of the castle,
Amyot. He looked down towards me very sorrowfully, I thought, but,
even as in the other dream, said nothing; so I thought in my dream that
I wept for very pity, and for love of him, for he looked as a man just
risen from a long illness, and who will carry till he dies a dull pain
about with him. He was very thin, and his long black hair drooped all
about his face, as he leaned over the battlements looking at me: he was
quite pale, and his cheeks were hollow, but his eyes large, and soft, and
sad. So I reached out my arms to him, and suddenly I was walking with
him in a lovely garden, and we said nothing, for the music which I had
heard at first was sounding close to us now, and there were many birds
in the boughs of the trees: oh, such birds! gold and ruby, and emerald,
but they sung not at all, but were quite silent, as though they too were
listening to the music. Now all this time Amyot and I had been looking
at each other, but just then I turned my head away from him, and as
soon as I did so, the music ended with a long wail, and when I turned
again Amyot was gone; then I felt even more sad and sick at heart than
I had before when I was by the river, and I leaned against a tree, and
put my hands before my eyes. When I looked again the garden was
gone, and I knew not where I was, and presently all my dreams were
gone. The chips were flying bravely from the stone under my chisel at
last, and all my thoughts now were in my carving, when I heard my
name, "Walter," called, and when I looked down I saw one standing
below me, whom I had seen in my dreams just before--Amyot. I had no
hopes of seeing him for a long time, perhaps I might never see him
again, I thought, for he was away (as I