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Excerpt from Forced to Fight: The Tale of a Schleswig Dane
HE was a boy at the time when I first met him - a little lad of four, with sun-bleached hair and bright eyes; a child of the fields and the soil, of the stable and the barn.
We were sitting that day above a roadside ditch, the bright summer sun shining down upon us, and around us the fragrance of wild roses in the hedges. I had to tell him stories, but they all had to be about noble knights clad in gilded armour and carrying good gleaming swords. The knights all had to slay the Wicked dragon and rescue the fair princess. Unless they did that, neither they nor the stories were any good.
All the time While I was telling him these tales his ardent, enraptured eyes were fastened upon me, while his soft and yielding child''s mouth looked like a big note of interrogation.
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HE was a boy at the time when I first met him - a little lad of four, with sun-bleached hair and bright eyes; a child of the fields and the soil, of the stable and the barn.
We were sitting that day above a roadside ditch, the bright summer sun shining down upon us, and around us the fragrance of wild roses in the hedges. I had to tell him stories, but they all had to be about noble knights clad in gilded armour and carrying good gleaming swords. The knights all had to slay the Wicked dragon and rescue the fair princess. Unless they did that, neither they nor the stories were any good.
All the time While I was telling him these tales his ardent, enraptured eyes were fastened upon me, while his soft and yielding child''s mouth looked like a big note of interrogation.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Erich Erichsen
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780266781561
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.0 cm
Page Count - 190
Paperback
Contributors
Author
Erich Erichsen
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781330880609
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.0 cm
Page Count - 192
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