Identifier: rewardsfairie00kipl (find matches)
Title: Rewards and fairies
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
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Publisher: London : Macmillan
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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, and hetapped me on the shoulder. * Rise up, Sir Harry Dawe, he says, and, inthe same breath, Im pressed, too, and slipsthrough the tapestries, leaving me like a stuckcalf. It come over me, in a bitter wave like, thathere was I, a master craftsman, who had workedno bounds, soul or body, to make the Kingstomb and chapel a triumph and a glory for alltime; and here, dyou see, I was made knight, notfor anything Id slaved over, or given my heartand guts to, but expressedly because Id saved himthirty pounds and a tongue-lashing from Catherineof Castile—she that had asked for the ship.That thought shrivelled me withinsides while Iwas folding away my draft. On the heels of it—maybe youll see why—I began to grin to myself.I thought of the earnest simplicity of the man—the King, I should say—because Id saved himthe money ; his smile as though hed won halfFrance ! I thought of my own silly pride andfoolish expectations that some day hed honourme as a master craftsman. I thought of the
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I kneeled, and he tapped me on the shoulder. Rise up,Sir Harry Dawe, he says.— P. 74. THE WRONG THING 75 broken-tipped sword hed found behind thehangings ; the dirt of the cold room, and his coldeye, wrapped up in his own concerns, scarcely rest-ing on me. Then I remembered the solemn chapelroof and the bronzes about the stately tomb hedlie in, and—dye see ?—the unreason of it all—themad high humour of it all—took hold on me tillI sat me down on a dark stair-head in a passage,and laughed till I could laugh no more. Whatelse could I have done . * I never heard his feet behind me—he alwayswalked like a cat—but his arm slid round myneck, pulling me back where I sat, till my head layon his chest, and his left hand held the knifeplumb over my heart—Benedetto ! Even so Ilaughed—the fit was beyond my holding—laughedwhile he ground his teeth in my ear. He wasstark crazed for the time. * Laugh, he said. Finish the laughter.Ill not cut ye short. Tell me now —he wrenchedat

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