Green Fire: A Romance
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Sharp William. Green Fire: A Romance
BOOK FIRST. THE BIRDS OF ANGUS OGUE
CHAPTER I. EUCHARIS
CHAPTER II. THE HOUSE OF KERIVAL
CHAPTER III. STORM
CHAPTER IV. THE DREAM AND THE DREAMERS
CHAPTER V. THE WALKER IN THE NIGHT
CHAPTER VI. VIA OSCURA
CHAPTER VII "DEIREADH GACH COGAIDH, SITH" (THE END OF ALL WARFARE, PEACE)
CHAPTER VIII. THE UNFOLDING OF THE SCROLL
BOOK SECOND. THE HERDSMAN
CHAPTER IX. RETROSPECTIVE: FROM THE HEBRID ISLES
CHAPTER X. AT THE EDGE OF THE SHADOW
CHAPTER XI. MYSTERY
CHAPTER XII. IN THE GREEN ARCADES
CHAPTER XIII. THE MESSAGE
CHAPTER XIV. THE LAUGHTER OF THE KING
BOOK THIRD. THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD
CHAPTER XV. THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD
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After the dim purple bloom of a suspended spring, a green rhythm ran from larch to thorn, from lime to sycamore; spread from meadow to meadow, from copse to copse, from hedgerow to hedgerow. The blackthorn had already snowed upon the nettle-garths. In the obvious nests among the bare boughs of ash and beech the eggs of the blackbird were blue-green as the sky that March had bequeathed to April. For days past, when the breath of the equinox had surged out of the west, the missel-thrushes had bugled from the wind-swayed topmost branches of the tallest elms. Everywhere the green rhythm ran.
In every leaf that had uncurled there was a delicate bloom, that which is upon all things in the first hours of life. The spires of the grass were washed in a green, dewy light. Out of the brown earth a myriad living things thrust tiny green shafts, arrow-heads, bulbs, spheres, clusters. Along the pregnant soil keener ears than ours would have heard the stir of new life, the innumerous whisper of the bursting seed; and, in the wind itself, shepherding the shadow-chased sunbeams, the voice of that vernal gladness which has been man's clarion since Time began.
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It was then that he remembered the line of the unfortunate boy-poet of the Paris that has not forgotten him; and looking at Ynys, who seemed to him the very spirit of the green life all around him, muttered: "Then in the violet forest, all a-bourgeon, Eucharis said to me: 'It is Spring.'"
Well, these things would be better understood soon. In another week he would be out of Paris, possibly never to return. And then … Brittany – Kerival – Ynys!
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