Phantastes, A Faerie Romance

They seemed lighted up with an infinite greed. A gnawing voracity, which

devoured the devourer, seemed to be the indwelling and propelling power

of the whole ghostly apparition. I lay for a few moments simply imbruted

with terror; when another cloud, obscuring the moon, delivered me from

the immediately paralysing effects of the presence to the vision of the

object of horror, while it added the force of imagination to the power

of fear within me; inasmuch as, knowing far worse cause for apprehension

than before, I remained equally ignorant from what I had to defend

myself, or how to take any precautions: he might be upon me in the

darkness any moment. I sprang to my feet, and sped I knew not whither,

only away from the spectre. I thought no longer of the path, and often

narrowly escaped dashing myself against a tree, in my headlong flight of

fear.

Great drops of rain began to patter on the leaves. Thunder began to

mutter, then growl in the distance. I ran on. The rain fell heavier. At

length the thick leaves could hold it up no longer; and, like a second

firmament, they poured their torrents on the earth. I was soon drenched,

but that was nothing. I came to a small swollen stream that rushed

through the woods. I had a vague hope that if I crossed this stream, I

should be in safety from my pursuer; but I soon found that my hope was

as false as it was vague. I dashed across the stream, ascended a rising

ground, and reached a more open space, where stood only great trees.

Through them I directed my way, holding eastward as nearly as I could

guess, but not at all certain that I was not moving in an opposite

direction. My mind was just reviving a little from its extreme terror,

when, suddenly, a flash of lightning, or rather a cataract of successive

flashes, behind me, seemed to throw on the ground in front of me, but

far more faintly than before, from the extent of the source of the

light, the shadow of the same horrible hand. I sprang forward, stung

to yet wilder speed; but had not run many steps before my foot slipped,

and, vainly attempting to recover myself, I fell at the foot of one

of the large trees. Half-stunned, I yet raised myself, and almost

involuntarily looked back. All I saw was the hand within three feet

of my face. But, at the same moment, I felt two large soft arms thrown

round me from behind; and a voice like a woman's said: "Do not fear the

goblin; he dares not hurt you now." With that, the hand was suddenly

withdrawn as from a fire, and disappeared in the darkness and the rain.

Overcome with the mingling of terror and joy, I lay for some time almost

insensible. The first thing I remember is the sound of a voice above me,

full and low, and strangely reminding me of the sound of a gentle wind

amidst the leaves of a great tree. It murmured over and over again:

"I may love him, I may love him; for he is a man, and I am only a

beech-tree." I found I was seated on the ground, leaning against a human

form, and supported still by the arms around me, which I knew to be

those of a woman who must be rather above the human size, and largely

proportioned. I turned my head, but without moving otherwise, for I

feared lest the arms should untwine themselves; and clear, somewhat

mournful eyes met mine. At least that is how they impressed me; but I

could see very little of colour or outline as we sat in the dark and

rainy shadow of the tree. The face seemed very lovely, and solemn from

its stillness; with the aspect of one who is quite content, but waiting

for something. I saw my conjecture from her arms was correct: she was

above the human scale throughout, but not greatly.