Rewards and Fairies - Rudyard Kipling

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of an admiral to watch the Graveyard, and you shall come to Court."

      ‘“Hire whom you please,” says the elder; “we are ruled by you, body and soul"; and the younger, who shook most when I kissed ’em, says between his white lips, “I think you have power to make a god of a man."

      ‘“Come to Court and be sure of it,” I says.

      ‘They shook their heads and I knew – I knew, that go they would. If I had not kissed them – perhaps I might have prevailed.’

      ‘Then why did you do it?’ said Una. ‘I don’t think you knew really what you wanted done.’

      ‘May it please your Majesty,’ the lady bowed her head low, ‘this Gloriana whom I have represented for your pleasure was a woman and a Queen. Remember her when you come to your kingdom.’

      ‘But did the cousins go to the Gascons’ Graveyard?’ said Dan, as Una frowned.

      ‘They went,’ said the lady.

      ‘Did they ever come back?’ Una began; but – ‘Did they stop King Philip’s fleet?’ Dan interrupted.

      The lady turned to him eagerly.

      ‘D’you think they did right to go?’ she asked.

      ‘I don’t see what else they could have done,’ Dan replied, after thinking it over.

      ‘D’you think she did right to send ’em?’ The lady’s voice rose a little.

      ‘Well,’ said Dan, ‘I don’t see what else she could have done, either – do you? How did they stop King Philip from getting Virginia?’

      ‘There’s the sad part of it. They sailed out that autumn from Rye Royal, and there never came back so much as a single rope-yarn to show what had befallen them. The winds blew, and they were not. Does that make you alter your mind, young Burleigh?’

      ‘I expect they were drowned, then. Anyhow, Philip didn’t score, did he?’

      ‘Gloriana wiped out her score with Philip later. But if Philip had won, would you have blamed Gloriana for wasting those lads’ lives?’

      ‘Of course not. She was bound to try to stop him.’

      The lady coughed. ‘You have the root of the matter in you. Were I Queen, I’d make you Minister.’

      ‘We don’t play that game,’ said Una, who felt that she disliked the lady as much as she disliked the noise the high wind made tearing through Willow Shaw.

      ‘Play!’ said the lady with a laugh, and threw up her hands affectedly. The sunshine caught the jewels on her many rings and made them flash till Una’s eyes dazzled, and she had to rub them. Then she saw Dan on his knees picking up the potatoes they had spilled at the gate.

      ‘There wasn’t anybody in the Shaw, after all,’ he said. ‘Didn’t you think you saw some one?’

      ‘I’m most awfully glad there isn’t,’ said Una. Then they went on with the potato-roast.

      THE LOOKING-GLASS

      Queen Bess was Harry’s daughter!

      The Queen was in her chamber, and she was middling old,

      Her petticoat was satin and her stomacher was gold.

      Backwards and forwards and sideways did she pass,

      Making up her mind to face the cruel looking-glass.

      The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass

      As comely or as kindly or as young as once she was!

      The Queen was in her chamber, a-combing of her hair,

      There came Queen Mary’s spirit and it stood behind her chair,

      Singing, ‘Backwards and forwards and sideways may you pass,

      But I will stand behind you till you face the looking-glass.

      The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass

      As lovely or unlucky or as lonely as I was!’

      The Queen was in her chamber, a-weeping very sore,

      There came Lord Leicester’s spirit and it scratched upon the door,

      Singing, ‘Backwards and forwards and sideways may you pass,

      But I will walk beside you till you face the looking-glass.

      The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass

      As hard and unforgiving or as wicked as you was!’

      The Queen was in her chamber; her sins were on her head;

      She looked the spirits up and down and statelily she said:

      ‘Backwards and forwards and sideways though I’ve been,

      Yet I am Harry’s daughter and I am England’s Queen!’

      And she faced the looking-glass (and whatever else there was),

      And she saw her day was over and she saw her beauty pass

      In the cruel looking-glass that can always hurt a lass

      More hard than any ghost there is or any man there was!

      The Wrong Thing

      A TRUTHFUL SONG

I

      The Bricklayer: —

      I tell this tale which is strictly true,

      Just by way of convincing you

      How very little since things were made

      Things have altered in the building trade.

      A year ago, come the middle o’ March,

      We was building flats near the Marble Arch,

      When a thin young man with coal-black hair

      Came up to watch us working there.

      Now there wasn’t a trick in brick or stone

      That this young man hadn’t seen or known;

      Nor there wasn’t a tool from trowel to maul

      But this young man could use ’em all!

      Then up and spoke the plumbyers bold,

      Which was laying the pipes for the hot and cold:

      ‘Since you with us have made so free,

      Will you kindly say what your name might be?’

      The young man kindly answered them:

      ‘It might be Lot or Methusalem,

      Or it might be Moses (a man I hate),

      Whereas it is Pharaoh surnamed the Great.

      ‘Your glazing is new and your plumbing’s strange,

      But otherwise I perceive no change,

      And in less than a month if you do as I bid

      I’d learn you to build me a Pyramid.’

II

      The Sailor: —

      I tell this tale which is stricter true,

      Just by way of convincing you

      How very little since things was made

      Things have altered in the shipwright’s trade.

      In Blackwall Basin yesterday

      A China barque re-fitting lay,

      When a fat old man with snow-white hair

      Came up to watch us working there.

      Now there wasn’t a knot which the riggers knew

      But the

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