"Stabbed," he tittered, listening to the bells jingling on his cap.
"Was she fair?" I asked, but he only snarled, muttering to the bells jingling on his cap.
"She kissed him at the gate," he tittered, "but in the hall his brother's welcome touched his heart."
"Was she fair?" I asked.
"Stabbed," he chuckled. "Think of the long journey, the days of peril, the dreadful nights! Think how he wandered, for her sake, year after year through hostile lands, yearning for kith and kin, yearning for her!"
"She kissed him at the gate, but in the hall his brother's welcome touched his heart."
"Was she fair?" I asked; but he only snarled, listening to the bells jingling in his cap.
THE GREEN ROOM
The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror.
"If to be fair is to be beautiful," he said, "who can compare with me in my white mask?"