A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAERIE ROMANCE.                      293
the hermit, as I returned. You will find her there, and I think she will get better. You see I have brought you a present. This wretch will not hurt you again." And he undid the creature's neck, and flung the frightful burden down by the cottage-door.
The woman wras now almost out of sight in the wood; but the husband stood at the door, "with speechless thanks in his face.
" You must bury the monster," said the knight. " If I had arrived a moment later, I should have been too late. But now you need not fear, for such a creature as this very rarely appears, in the same part, twice during a life-time."
" Will you not dismount and rest you, Sir Knight?" said the peasant, who had, by this time, recovered himself a little.
" That I will, thankfully," said he; and, dis­mounting, he gave the reins to me, and told me to unbridle the horse, and lead him into the shade. " You need not tie him up," he added; " he will not run away."
When I returned, after obeying his orders, and entered the cottage, I saw the knight seated, without his helmet, and talking most familiarly with the
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