Lord Dunsany
The King of Elfland's Daughter
(Fantasy Novel)
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER I The Plan of the Parliament of Erl
CHAPTER II Alveric Comes in Sight of the Elfin Mountains
CHAPTER III The Magical Sword Meets Some of the Swords of Elfland
CHAPTER IV Alveric Comes Back to Earth After Many Years
CHAPTER V The Wisdom of the Parliament of Erl
CHAPTER VI The Rune of the Elf King
CHAPTER VII The Coming of the Troll
CHAPTER VIII The Arrival of the Rune
CHAPTER X The Ebbing of Elfland
CHAPTER XI The Deep of the Woods
CHAPTER XII The Unenchanted Plain
CHAPTER XIII The Reticence of the Leather-Worker
CHAPTER XIV The Quest for the Elfin Mountains
CHAPTER XV The Retreat of the Elf King
CHAPTER XVI Orion Hunts the Stag
CHAPTER XVII The Unicorn Comes in the Starlight
CHAPTER XVIII The Grey Tent in the Evening
CHAPTER XIX Twelve Old Men Without Magic
CHAPTER XXI On the Verge of Earth
CHAPTER XXII Orion Appoints a Whip
CHAPTER XXIII Lurulu Watches the Restlessness of Earth
CHAPTER XXIV Lurulu Speaks of Earth and the Ways of Men
CHAPTER XXV Lirazel Remembers the Fields We Know
CHAPTER XXVI The Horn of Alveric
CHAPTER XXVII The Return of Lurulu
CHAPTER XXVIII A Chapter on Unicorn-Hunting
CHAPTER XXIX The Luring of the People of the Marshes
CHAPTER XXX The Coming of Too Much Magic
CHAPTER XXXI The Cursing of Elfin Things
CHAPTER XXXII Lirazel Yearns for Earth
CHAPTER XXXIII The Shining Line
CHAPTER XXXIV The Last Great Rune
Preface
I hope that no suggestion of any strange land that may be conveyed by the title will scare readers away from this book; for, though some chapters do indeed tell of Elfland, in the greater part of them there is no more to be shown than the face of the fields we know, and ordinary English woods and a common village and valley, a good twenty or twenty-five miles from the border of Elfland.
Lord Dunsany
CHAPTER I
The Plan of the Parliament of Erl
In their ruddy jackets of leather that reached to their knees the men of Erl appeared before their lord, the stately white-haired man in his long red room. He leaned in his carven chair and heard their spokesman.
And thus their spokesman said.
"For seven hundred years the chiefs of your race have ruled us well; and their deeds are remembered by the minor minstrels, living on yet in their little tinkling songs. And yet the generations stream away, and there is no new thing."
"What would you?" said the lord.
"We would be ruled by a magic lord," they said.
"So be it," said the lord. "It is five hundred years since my people have spoken thus in parliament, and it shall always be as your parliament saith. You have spoken. So be it."
And he raised his hand and blessed them and they went.
They went back to their ancient crafts, to the fitting