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Mary Hunter Austin. Outland
Outland
Table of Contents
I. CONCERNING THE TRAIL AT BROKEN TREE
II. I MEET THE OUTLIERS IN THE WOOD AND HERMAN COMES TO FIND ME
III. I HEAR OF THE TREASURE AND MEET A FRIEND OF RAVENUTZI
IV. THE MEET AT LEAPING WATER
V. THE LOVE-LEFT WARD
VI. IN WHICH I AM UNHAPPY AND MEET A TALL WOMAN IN THE WOOD
VII. HERMAN DEVELOPS HIS IDEA
VIII. IN WHICH HERMAN’S IDEA RECEIVES A CHECK
IX. HOW THE KING’S DESIRE WAS DUG UP, AND BY WHOM
X. THE LEDGE
XI. HOW THE OUTLIERS CAME UP WITH THE FAR-FOLK AT A PLACE CALLED THE SMITHY, AND HERMAN CAME BACK TO RIVER WARD
XII. HOW AN OUTLIER SAW A TALL WOMAN FOLLOWING A TRAIL AND MANCHA MET THE SMITH AGAIN
XIII. HOW THEY FOUND THE RUBIES, AND THE SMITH’S ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF
XIV. THE KING’S DESIRE, AND WHAT BECAME OF IT
XV. HOW HERMAN AND I CAME BACK TO BROKEN TREE
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Mary Austin
Published by Good Press, 2021
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The first thing he did was to thrust the hand that held the herb straight down into the water with a deliberate movement—all the while holding my gaze with great fixity of purpose, as though he would not so much as let it question what he did. Presently withdrawing the hand empty, he stood up.
As he drew erect and clasped the upper part of his tunic, I saw that around his body was a sort of sash of green cloth wrapped several times, and stuck through the folds of it, various tools of the cruder sort of silversmiths. Also, though his figure was young, the skin of his face was drawn in fine wrinkles. He had a thin, high nose with a slightly mobile tip that seemed to twitch a little with distrust as he looked at me. The mouth below it was full and curved, his eyes bluish black, opaque and velvet-looking; windows out of which came and looked boldness, cunning and power, and the wistfulness of the wild creature questioning its kinship with man. All this without so much as altering a muscle of his face or removing his gaze from mine. Then he stepped back a pace against the yielding boughs, which seemed to give like doors, and received him without crackling or sensible displacement into the silence of the wood.
