GERVASE. Very lovely. . . . Have you a name which goes with it?
MELISANDE. My name is Melisande.
GERVASE (his whole heart in it). Melisande!
MELISANDE (content at last). Ah!
GERVASE (solemnly). Now the Princess Melisande was very beautiful. (He
lies down on the grass near her, looks up at her and is silent for a
little.)
MELISANDE (smiling shyly). May we talk about _you_, now?
GERVASE. It is for the Princess to say what we shall talk about. If
your Royal Highness commands, then I will even talk about myself.
MELISANDE. You see, I don't know your name yet.
GERVASE. I am called Gervase.
MELISANDE. Gervase. It is a pretty name.
GERVASE. I have been keeping it for this morning.
MELISANDE. It will be Prince Gervase, will it not, if this is
Fairyland?
GERVASE. Alas, no. For I am only a humble woodcutter's son. One of
seven.
MELISANDE. Of seven? I thought that humble woodcutters always had
three sons, and that it was the youngest who went into the world to
seek his fortune.
GERVASE. Three--that's right. I said "one of several." Now that I
count them up, three. (Counting on his fingers) Er--Bowshanks,
er--Mulberry-face and myself. Three. I am the youngest.
MELISANDE. And the fairies came to your christening?
GERVASE.
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