Capitolo 65
mistletoe, she can be kissed by the man that so it finds her/it. I have
he/she always thought that this ceremony and happy sacrifice conducted again
of the ancient rite--I could not discover that that. I now know."
In a voice full of a new delicacy and as soon as audible, he told her.
It is another scene in the forest of Britain. It is not this duration the
before day of the year--the day of the New year of the Druids when them
celebrated the national party of the oak. But it is beginning in summer,
perhaps the middle one of May--May in England--with the young beauty of
the woods. It is some they made to keep silent evening to twilight. The new moon is
silvering only the tender leaves and creating a weak shade under the
trees. The hawthorn is in flower--red and white--and not away from the
you, hidden in of the fragrant lock of this, a nightingale is singing,
singing, singing.
Lifting himself/herself/itself above of the smallest stands of growths the young virility of
the woods--a splendid oak spent his/her thirtieth year representing his,
youth and its spring connected. In his/her trunk the heat in summer is of the
sun of all-day. Around his/her roots grassy carpet of velvet is, and there is wild
violet beds. His/her arm enormous they are tense I pour the earth as if
coming to of their object they would hook; and one of these arm as
its badge of divine authority, brought there as a rider it would bring the
colors of its Sovereign, grow the mistletoe. There he is standing--the
In love of forest.
The woods wait, the shades deepen, the silence is more intense the,
the moon beams start to the song of the nightingale to be gilded it grows more
impassioned, the beds of musk and attends him of violets.
Then the plantation of bushes is separated tremblingly to of the place and on the
scene a young girl enters--his/her hair that hangs down--his/her quarters more
slightly suit--the throw of water of red hawthorn on her white hawthorn
skin--in the great need of his/her love of eyes and mystery. Footstep leftovers her
it comes in before, his/her fingers that drag against budding any border