CHAPTER III
THE MAGICAL SWORD MEETS SOME OF THE SWORDS OF ELFLAND
When Alveric came to the enchanted wood the light in which Elfland glowed had neither grown nor dwindled, and he saw that it came from no radiance that shines on the fields we know, unless the wandering lights of wonderful moments that sometimes astonish our fields, and are gone the instant they come, are strayed over the border of Elfland by some momentary disorder of magic. Neither sun nor moon made the light of that enchanted day.
A line of pine-trees up which ivy climbed, as high as their lowering black foliage, stood like sentinels at the edge of the wood. The silver spires were shining as though it were they that made all this azure glow in which Elfland swam. And Alveric having by now come far into Elfland, and being now before its capital palace, and knowing that Elfland guarded its mysteries well, drew his father’s sword before he entered the wood. The other still hung on his back, slung in its new scabbard over his left shoulder.
And the moment he passed by one of those guardian. pine-trees, the ivy that lived on it unfastened its
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