THE KING OF ELFLAND’S DAUGHTER
He did not like the look of the smoke and that crowd of gables: certainly it smelt dreadfully. There had been some legend in Elfland of the wisdom of Man; and whatever respect that legend had gained for us in the light mind of the troll now all blew lightly away as he looked at the crowded houses. And as he looked at them there passed a child of four, a small girl on a footpath over the fields, going home in the evening to Erl They looked at each other with round eyes.
“Hullo,” said the child.
“Hullo, Child of Men,” said the troll.
He was not speaking troll-talk now, but the language of Elfland, that grander tongue that he had had to speak when he was before the King: for he knew the language of Elfland although it was never used in the homes of the trolls, who preferred troll-talk. This language was spoken in those days also by men, for there were fewer languages then, and the elves and the people of Erl both used the same.
“What are you?” said the child.
“A troll of Elfland,” answered the troll.
“So I thought,” said the child.
“Where are you going, child of men?” the troll asked.
“To the houses,” the child replied.
“We don’t want to go there,” said the troll.
“N-no,” said the child.
“Come to Elfland,” the troll said.
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