MELISANDE (making room for him at her feet). Go on talking nonsense.
(He sits down on the ground and leans against the log at her side.)
Tell me about yourself. You have told me nothing yet, but that (she
smiles at him) your father is a woodcutter.
GERVASE. Yes. He--er--cuts wood.
MELISANDE. And you resolved to go out into the world and seek your
fortune?
GERVASE. Yes. You see if you are a third son of a humble woodcutter,
nobody thinks very much of you at home, and they never take you out
with them; and when you are cutting wood, they always put you where
the sawdust gets into your mouth. Because, you see, they have never
read history, and so they don't know that the third and youngest son
is always the nicest of the family.
MELISANDE. And the tallest and the bravest and the most handsome.
GERVASE. _And_ all the other things you mention.
MELISANDE. So you ran away?
GERVASE. So I ran away--to seek my fortune.
MELISANDE. But your uncle the wizard, or your godmother or somebody,
gave you a magic ring to take with you on your travels? (Nodding) They
always do, you know.
GERVASE (showing the ring on his finger). Yes, my fairy godmother gave
me a magic ring. Here it is.
MELISANDE (looking at it).
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