Gringr and Wendy (Gringr Pan)
All barbarians, except one, die. They soon know that they will die, and the way Gringr knew was this. One day when he was in the weather beaten trail he was riding on a heaving mount, and he thrust forth his rippling right arm and sent a steel shod blade into the soldier. I suppose he must have looked enthused, for the soldier crumpled and shrieked, "Prepare to embrace your creators in the stygian haunts of hell, barbarian!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Gringr knew that he must die. You always know after you are cursed. Being cursed is the beginning of the end.
Of course they lived in the Norgolian Empire, and after Gringr came the mercenary was the disemboweled one. He was an enthused barbarian, with a shock of fiery red hair and such a rippling right arm. His red hair was like escaping life fluid, tossing robustly in the humid air currents, that come from the dust tireless sun, casting its parching rays of incandescense from overhead; and his rippling right arm had one sweeping blade of flashing steel in it that the soldier could never avoid, though there it was, riveting from the massive barbarians hide enameled shield.
Peter and Wendy
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
Of course they lived at 14, and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.
Of course they lived in the Norgolian Empire, and after Gringr came the mercenary was the disemboweled one. He was an enthused barbarian, with a shock of fiery red hair and such a rippling right arm. His red hair was like escaping life fluid, tossing robustly in the humid air currents, that come from the dust tireless sun, casting its parching rays of incandescense from overhead; and his rippling right arm had one sweeping blade of flashing steel in it that the soldier could never avoid, though there it was, riveting from the massive barbarians hide enameled shield.
Peter and Wendy
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
Of course they lived at 14, and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.