A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAEKEE ROMANCE.                      271
As I stood exhausted amidst the dead, after the first worthy deed of my life, I suddenly looked behind me, and there lay the Shadow, black in the sunshine. I went into the lonely tower, and there lay the useless armour of the noble youths—supine as they. All, how sad it looked ! It was a glorious death, but it was death. My songs could not com­fort me now. I was almost ashamed that I was alive, when they, the true-hearted, were no more. And yet I breathed freer to think that I had gone through the trial, and had not failed. And perhaps I may be forgiven, if some feelings of pride arose in my bosom, when I looked down on the mighty form, that lay dead by my hand.
" After all, however," I said to myself, and my heart sank, " it was only skill. Your giant was but a blunderer.55
I left the bodies of friends and foes, peaceful enough when the death-fight was over, and, hasten­ing to the country below, roused the peasants* They came with shouting and gladness, bringing waggons to carry the bodies. I resolved to take the princes home to their father, each as he lay, in the arms of his country's foe. But first I searched the giants, and found the keys of their castle, to which I
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