Identifier: stnicholasserial31dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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him onward and still on-ward. One evening just before the dusk, when theslanting sunlight threw long shadows of thepines across his path, Blondel approached asomber wood into whose dark recesses it seemedthat man had never penetrated. On the top-most bough of a noble spruce-tree a little birdwith wings and breast rosy, like flame, was carol-ing his even-song. Blondel noted the bird, and suddenly, withoutapparent cause, there rushed through all hisbeing a flood of joy and hope. Rose is thecolor of hope, he said. Where the bird goes,thither will I follow. As if in answer to his words, the bird left hisperch and flitted farther into the wood. Nowit tarried upon one tree, now upon another,Blondel always following, until it led him closeto the walls of a gloomy fortress flanked by one 56 RICHARD, MY KING. square tower, set in the very heart of the greatforest. There was no longer doubt or hesitation inthe mind of the young minstrel. The boundingjoy within told him that his long search had
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BLONDEL BEFORE RICHARD S TOWE come to a successful end. He seized his harp,and stationing himself beneath the tower, playeda short prelude and began to sing a mournfullittle melody that he and Richard had oftensung together. Scarcely had he completed the first stanzawhen a voice far up in the tower, the voice he knew and loved so well, took up and repeatedthe tender strain. His heart overflowing withthankfulness, the minstrel fell upon his knees,and raising his eyes, dim with happy tears, toheaven, he exclaimed: Oh, Richard, myking! Oh, my king!Found, found at last! He might not see hisroyal friend, might nothave speech with him,even; for doubtlesswatchful eyes were onthe king, and at thefirst indication that hisplace of confinementhadbeen discovered hiscaptors would spirithim away. Yet joyunspeakable filled theminstrels faithful breast, for his wearysearch had at lengthbeen rewarded withsuccess. Blondel hastenedback to England withthe news; and present-ly Eleanor, the queenmother, se

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