<> Parker006 Hopdance Linen Hall Library 1970 Linen Hall Library Tuesday, April 26, 2016 TIFF Parker006 Manuscript Eildon Hills, Prudence English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/parker006 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Parker006_0.jpg LHL Archive - 4 - o'er the fernie brae. A daemon lady. They make love. She takes him on her horse into the Eildon Hills and their otherworld. If he speaks, she will be sure of his body ever after. My tongue is mine ain, he tells her. She shows him wonders, a river of blood, a forest of bleeding boughs, the roads to heaven, hell and elfland, she takes him to her castle there. He returns to Ercildoune after thirty days, He has the seer's gift of poetry. He has risked the greatest danger to penetrate the world behind appearances. It's a fable of the creative mystery. The nature of the poet's gift and peril. -You see yourself in these terms, I take it? Tosh affixing his stolid frown on the doodles burgeoning across the cover of his Summit Refill Pad Ruled Feint And Margin 80 Leaves Foolscap. A John Dickinson Product, Everything that day slick or spongy with the rain, dropping down softly and inexhaustibly out of the grey air, so that for a while I failed to notice the tears on her face as we walked the path away from the Union, -What's the matter, Prudence? Shaking her head, averting it. -What are you crying for? A few sobs bit back, quivering lips contorting her little face in a struggle to speak. Tosh felt the familiar prickle of stifled rage, at her helplessness, Chrissake just spit it out, will you, anything, -It's just... just... it's the rain, she said, almost gagging on the words. They walked on through to the main quadrangle. -We'll sit down, said Tosh. Text