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+Project Gutenberg's The Land of the Blue Flower, by Frances Hodgson Burnett
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+Title: The Land of the Blue Flower
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+Author: Frances Hodgson Burnett
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+Posting Date: December 9, 2011 [EBook #5302]
+Release Date: March, 2004
+[This file was first posted on June 25, 2002]
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAND OF THE BLUE FLOWER ***
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+Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the
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+The Land of the Blue Flower
+
+By
+
+Frances Hodgson Burnett
+
+Illustrated
+
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+
+
+
+Part One
+
+The Land of the Blue Flower was not called by that name until the tall,
+strong, beautiful King Amor came down from his castle on the mountain
+crag and began to reign. Before that time it was called King Mordreth's
+Land, and as the first King Mordreth had been a fierce and cruel king
+this seemed a gloomy name.
+
+A few weeks before Amor was born, his weak, selfish boy-father--whose
+name was King Mordreth also--had been killed while hunting, and his fair
+mother with the clear eyes died when he was but a few hours old. But
+early in that day she sent for her venerable friend and teacher, who was
+said to be the oldest and wisest man in the world, and who long ago had
+fled to a cave in the mountains, that he might see no more of the famine
+and disorder and hatred in the country spread out on the plains below.
+
+He was a marvelous old man, almost a giant in size, and having great
+blue eyes like deep sea-water. They, too, were clear eyes like the fair
+Queen's--they seemed to see all things and to hold in their depths no
+single thought which was not fine and great. The people were a little
+afraid of him when they saw him go striding majestically through their
+streets. They had no name for him but The Ancient One. The lovely Queen
+drew aside the embroidered coverlet of her gold and ivory bed and showed
+him the tiny baby sleeping by her side.
+
+"He was born a King," she said. "No one can help him but you."
+
+The Ancient One looked down at him.
+
+"He has long limbs and strong ones. He will make a great King," he said.
+"Give him to me."
+
+The Queen held out the little newborn one in her arms.  "Take him away
+quickly before he hears the people quarreling at the palace gate," she
+said. "Take him to the castle on the mountain crag. Keep him there until
+he is old enough to come down and be King. When the sun sinks behind the
+clouds I shall die, but if he is with you he will learn what Kings
+should know."
+
+The Ancient One took the child, folded him in his long gray robe and
+strode majestically through the palace gates, through the ugly city and
+out over the plains to the mountain. When he began to climb its steep
+sides the sun was setting and casting a golden rose color over the big
+rocks and the wild flowers and bushes which grew on every side, so that
+there seemed no path to be found. But the Ancient One knew his way
+anywhere in the world without a path to guide him. He climbed and
+climbed, and little King Amor slept soundly in the folds of his gray
+robe. He reached the summit at last and pushing his way through a jungle
+of twisted vines starred all over with pale sweet-scented buds, he stood
+looking at the castle which was set on the very topmost crag, and looked
+out over the mountain's edge at the sea and the sky and the spreading
+plains, below.
+
+The sky was dark blue now and lit by a myriad stars, and all was so
+still that the world seemed thousands of miles away, and ugliness and
+squalor and people who quarreled seemed things which were not true. A
+sweet cool wind blew about them as the Ancient One took King Amor from
+the folds of his gray robe and laid him on the carpet of scented moss.
+
+"The stars are very near," he said. "Waken, young King, and see how near
+they are and know they are your brothers. Your brother the wind is
+bringing to you the breath of your brothers the trees. You are at home."
+
+Then King Amor opened his eyes, and when he saw the stars in the dark
+blueness above him he smiled, and though he was not yet a whole day old
+he threw up his small hand and it touched his forehead.
+
+"Like a King and a soldier he salutes them," said the Ancient One;
+"though he does not know he did it."
+
+The castle was huge and splendid though it had been deserted for a
+hundred years. For three generations the royal owners had not cared to
+look out on the world from high places. They knew nothing of the wind
+and the trees and the stars; they lived on the plains in their cities,
+and hunted and rioted and levied heavy taxes on their wretched people.
+And the castle had lived through its summers and winters alone. It had
+battlements and towers which stood out clear against the sky, and there
+was a great banquet hall and chambers for hundreds of guests, and rooms
+for a thousand men at arms, and the courtyard was big enough to hold a
+tournament in.
+
+In the midst of its space and splendor the little King Amor lived alone
+but for the companionship of the Ancient One and a servant as old as
+himself. But they knew a secret which had kept them young in spite of
+the years they had passed through. They knew that they were the brothers
+of all things in the world, and that the man who never knows an angered
+or evil thought can never know a foe. They were strong and straight and
+wise, and the wildest creature stopped to give them greeting as it
+passed, and they understood its language when it spoke. Because they
+held no dark thoughts in their minds they knew no fear, and because they
+knew no fear the wild creatures knew none and the speech of each was
+clear to the other.
+
+Each morning they went out on the battlements at dawn to see the
+splendid sun rise slowly out of the purple sea. One of the very first
+things the child King Amor remembered in his life--and he remembered it
+always--was a dawning day when the Ancient One wakened him gently, and
+folding him in his long gray robe carried him up the winding and narrow
+stone stairway, until at last they stepped forth on the top of the huge
+castle which seemed to the little creature to be so high that it was
+quite close to the wonderful sky itself.
+
+"The sun is going to rise and wake the world," said the Ancient One.
+"Young King, watch the wonder of it."
+
+Amor lifted his little head and looked. He was only just old enough to
+be beginning to understand things, but he loved the Ancient One and all
+he said and did.
+
+Far below the mountain crag lay the sea. In the night, while it slept,
+it had looked dark blue or violet, but now it was slowly changing its
+color. The sky was changing too--it was growing paler and paler--next it
+grew faintly brighter, so did the sea; then a slight flush crept over
+land and water and all the small floating clouds were rosy pink. King
+Amor smiled because birds' voices were to be heard in the trees and
+bushes, and something golden bright was rising out of the edge of the
+ocean, and sparkling light danced on the waves. It rose higher and
+higher and grew so dazzling and wonderful that he threw out his little
+hand with a shout of joy. The next moment he started back because there
+rose near him a loud whirr and beating of powerful wings as a great bird
+flew out of a crag near by and soared high into the radiant morning
+heavens.
+
+"It is the eagle who is our neighbor," said the Ancient One. "He has
+awakened and gone to give his greeting to the sun."
+
+And as the little King sat upright, enraptured, he saw that from the
+dazzling brightness at the edge of the world there leaped forth a ball
+of living gold and fire, and even he knew that the sun had risen.
+
+"At every day's dawn it leaps forth like that," said the Ancient One.
+"Let us watch together and I will tell you stories of it."
+
+So they sat by the battlement and the stories were told. They were
+stories of the small grains lying hid in the dark earth waiting for the
+golden heat of the sun to draw them forth into life until they covered
+the tilled fields with waving wheat to make bread for the world; they
+were stories of the seeds of fair flowers warmed and ripened until they
+burst into scented blossoms; they were stories of the roots of trees and
+the rich sap drawn upward by the heat until great branches and thick
+leafage waved in the summer air; they were stories of men, women, and
+children walking with light step and glad because of the gold of the
+sun.
+
+"Every day it warms, every day it draws, every day it ripens and gives
+life. And there are many who forget the wonder of it. Lift your head
+high as you walk, young King, and often look upward. Never forget the
+sun."
+
+At every dawning they rose and saw together the wonder of the day; and
+the first time the sky was heavy with gray clouds and the sun did not
+leap upward from behind the edge of the world the Ancient One said
+another thing.
+
+"The burning gold is behind the lowering gray and purple. The clouds are
+heavy with soft rain. When they break they will drop it in showers or
+splendid storms and the thirsty earth will drink it up. The grains will
+drink it and the seed and the roots, and the world will be joyous and
+rich with fresh life; the springs will bubble up like crystal, and the
+brooks will rush babbling through the green of the forest. The drinking
+places for the cattle will be full and clear and men and women will feel
+rested and cool. Lift your head high when you walk, young King, and
+often look upward. Never forget the clouds."
+
+So hearing these things every day King Amor learned the meaning of both
+sun and cloud and loved and felt himself brother to both.
+
+The first time he remembered seeing a storm the Ancient One took him to
+the battlements again, and together they watched the dark clouds pour
+down their floods while their purple was riven by the dazzling lances of
+the lightning; and the thunder rolled and crashed and seemed to rend
+asunder things no human eye could see; and the wind roared round the
+castle on the mountain crag and beat against its towers, and tossed the
+branches of the hugest trees, and whirled the rain in sheets over the
+land,--and King Amor stood erect and strong like some little soldier,
+though he wondered where the small birds were and if the eagle were in
+his nest.
+
+Through all the tumult the Ancient One stood still. He looked taller
+than ever in his long gray robe, and his strange eyes were deep as the
+sea.
+
+At last he said in a slow, calm voice: "This is the voice of the power
+men know not. No man has yet quite understood--though it seems to speak.
+Harken to it. Let your soul stand silent. Listen, young King. Hold your
+head high as you walk and often look upward. Never forget the storm."
+
+So the King learned to love the storm and be one with it, knowing no
+fear.
+
+But perhaps--it might be because he had been laid on the scented moss
+and had without knowing it saluted them on the first night of his life--
+he felt nearest to, and loved most, his brothers the stars.
+
+Every fair night through the King's earliest years the Ancient One
+carried him to the battlements and let him fall asleep beneath the
+shining myriads. But first he would walk about bearing him in his arms,
+or sit with him in the splendid silence, sometimes relating wonders to
+him in a low voice, sometimes uttering no word, only looking calmly into
+the high vault above as if the stars spoke to him and told him of
+perfect peace.
+
+"When a man looks long at them," he said, "he grows calm and forgets
+small things. They answer his questions and show him that his earth is
+only one of the million worlds. Hold your soul still and look upward
+often, and you will understand their speech. Never forget the stars."
+
+
+
+
+
+Part Two
+
+So, as the child King grew day by day, the world seemed to grow fuller
+and fuller of wonders and beauties. There were the sun and the moon, the
+storm and the stars, the straight falling lances of rain, the springing
+of the growing things, the flight of the eagle, the songs and nests of
+small bird creatures, the changing seasons, and the work of the great
+brown earth giving its harvest and its fruits.
+
+"All these wonders in one world and you a man upon it," said the Ancient
+One. "Hold high your head when you walk, young King, and often look
+upward. Never forget one marvel among them all."
+
+He forgot nothing. He lived looking out on all things from great, clear,
+joyous eyes. Upon his mountain crag he never heard a paltry or
+unbeautiful word or knew of the existence of unfriendliness or baseness
+in thought. As soon as he was old enough to go out alone he roamed about
+the great mountain and feared neither storm nor wild beasts.
+Shaggy-maned lions and their mates drew near and fawned on him as their
+kind had fawned on young Adam in the Garden of Eden. There had never
+passed through his mind the thought that they were not his friends.
+
+He did not know that there were men who killed their wild brothers. In
+the huge courtyard of the castle he learned to ride and to perform great
+feats of strength. Because he had not learned to be afraid he never
+feared that he could not do a thing. He grew so strong and beautiful
+that when he was ten years old he was as tall as a youth of sixteen, and
+when he was sixteen he was already like a young giant. This was because
+he had been brother to the storm and had lived close to the strength and
+splendor of the stars.
+
+Only once, when he was a boy of twelve, a strange and painful thing
+happened to him. From his kingdom in the plains below there had been
+sent to him a beautiful young horse which had been bred for him. Never
+had so magnificent an animal been born in the royal stable. When he was
+brought into the courtyard the boy King's eyes shone with joy. He spent
+the greater part of the morning in exercising and leaping him over
+barriers. The Ancient One in his tower chamber heard his shouts of
+exultation and encouragement.  At last the King went out to try him on
+the winding mountain road.
+
+When he returned he went at once to the tower chamber to the Ancient
+One, who, when he raised his eyes from his great book, looked at him
+gravely.
+
+"Let us climb to the battlements," the boy said. "We must talk
+together."
+
+So they went, and when they stood looking out on the world below, the
+curving turquoise sky above them, the eyes of the Ancient One were still
+more grave.
+
+"Tell me, young King."
+
+"Something strange has happened," King Amor answered. "I have felt
+something I have not felt before. I was riding my horse around the field
+on the plateau and he saw something which he refused to pass. It was a
+young leopard watching us from a tree. My horse reared and snorted. He
+would not listen to me, but backed and wheeled around. I tried in vain
+to persuade him, and suddenly, when I saw I could not make him obey me,
+this strange new feeling rushed through all my body. I grew hot and knew
+my face was scarlet, my heart beat faster and my blood seemed to boil in
+my veins. I shouted out harsh, ugly sounds--I forgot that all things are
+brothers--I lifted my hand and clenched it and struck my horse again and
+again. I loved him no longer, I felt that he no longer loved me. I am
+hot and wearied and heavy from it still. I feel no more joy. Was it pain
+I felt? I have never felt pain and do not know. Was it pain?"
+
+"It was a worse thing," answered the Ancient One. "It was anger. When a
+man is overcome by anger he has a poisoned fever. He loses his strength,
+he loses his power over himself and over others, he throws away time in
+which he might have gained the end he most desires. THERE IS NO TIME FOR
+ANGER IN THE WORLD."
+
+So King Amor learned the uselessness of anger, for they sat long upon
+the battlements while the Ancient One told him how its poison worked in
+the veins and weakened the strongest man until he was made a fool. That
+night Amor lay under the sky looking at his myriad brothers, the stars,
+and drawing calm from them.
+
+"If you lie through the night upon the battlements and think only of the
+stillness and the stars you will forget your anger and its poison will
+die away. If you put into your mind a beautiful thought it will take the
+place of the evil one. There is no room for darkness in the mind of him
+who thinks only of the stars." This had been said to him by the Ancient
+One.
+
+Upon the plateau at the foot of the crag on which the castle stood there
+were marvelous walled gardens. The sad young Queen of the first King
+Mordreth had planted them, and after her death they had been left to run
+wild. Since the baby King Amor had been brought to the mountain top the
+Ancient One and his servitor had made them bloom again. As soon as he
+was old enough to hold a small spade Amor had worked in the beds. All
+things grew for him as if his touch were a spell; birds and bees and
+butterflies flocked round him as he labored. He knew what the bees
+hummed and where they flew to load themselves with honey; butterflies
+lighted upon his hands and taught him strange things. Birds told him of
+their travels, and brought him seeds from far countries which he planted
+in his gardens and which bloomed into marvelous flowers. A swallow who
+loved him very much and who had seen many wonderful lands once brought
+him a seed from an emperor's secret garden which none but four of his
+own slaves had ever seen. These slaves had been born in the garden and
+would never leave it while they lived.
+
+King Amor planted the seed in a pleasaunce of its own. It grew into the
+most beautiful blue flower the world had ever known. It was of a blue so
+pure and exquisitely intense that it was rapture to look at it. Its
+blossoms hung from a tall stem and in its first year it gave a thousand
+seeds. Each year Amor planted more flowers and each year they grew
+taller and more wonderful and blossomed a longer time. When the summer
+wind blew it shook out clouds of delicate fragrance which sometimes
+floated down the mountain until the wretched dwellers in King Mordreth's
+land forgot their quarrels and misery and even lifted their heavy heads
+to inhale it and ask each other what was being done upon the mountain.
+Each year King Amor gathered the seeds and stored them in an unused
+tower of his castle.
+
+Taller and stronger he grew and each day wiser and more beautiful. Each
+plant, each weed, each four-footed thing, each wind, each star of heaven
+taught him its wonders and its wisdom. His eyes were so marvelous in
+their straight-glanced splendor that when he looked at a man they seemed
+to read his soul and command its truth to answer him. He was so powerful
+that he could break an iron bar in two pieces with his hands.
+
+When he was twenty years old the Ancient One took him up on the
+battlements, and giving him a strong glass told him to look down upon
+the capital city on the plain and see what was being done there.
+
+"I see many people gathered in crowds," Amor said, when he had looked
+for a few moments. "I see bright colors and waving pennants and
+triumphal arches. It is as if some great ceremony were being prepared
+for."
+
+"The people are making ready for your coronation," said the Ancient One.
+"To-morrow you will be led in state down the mountain and acclaimed
+King. It was to fit you to reign over your kingdom that I taught you to
+know all the wonders of the world and have shown you that no thing is
+useless but folly and dishonoring thought. That which you have learned
+from your brothers here you go down the mountain to teach your brothers
+there. You will see things which are not beautiful and those which are
+unclean, but hold high your head when you walk, young King, and never
+forget the sun, the wind, and the stars."
+
+To himself as he looked on him the Ancient One said: "When he stands
+before them they will think he is a young god."
+
+The next morning a splendid procession wound its glittering way up the
+mountain road to the castle. There were princes and nobles and
+chieftains. Rich colors glowed in their attire and gorgeous banners and
+pennants waved over them, while music from gold and silver trumpets
+accompanied them as they rode and their many followers marched behind.
+
+The Ancient One in his long robe of gray stood by King Amor on the broad
+stone terrace guarded by its crouching carved lions.
+
+"This is your King, O people!" he said.
+
+And when the people looked it was as he had said it would be. They drew
+back a little and gazed in fear, and many of the followers fell upon
+their knees. They thought they saw a beautiful young giant and god. But
+he was only a splendid and powerful young man who had never known a dark
+thought and had lived near to his brothers the stars. His horse, adorned
+with golden trappings, was brought and he was led down the mountain
+side, through the gates into the capital city of his kingdom. He desired
+that the Ancient One should ride by his side.
+
+What he saw as he rode to the place of coronation he had never seen
+before. Notwithstanding the embroidered silk and velvet hangings
+decorating the fronts of the rich people's houses, he caught glimpses of
+filthy side streets, squalid alleys, and tumble-down tenements. He saw
+forlorn little children scud away like rats into their holes as he drew
+near, and wretched, vicious-looking men and women fighting with each
+other for places in the crowd. Sharp, miserable faces peered round
+corners at him, and nobody smiled because every one hated or distrusted
+his neighbor, and they dreaded and disliked the young King because all
+the King Mordreths had been evil and selfish, and he was their
+descendant.
+
+When they saw that he was so tall and powerful and carried his handsome
+head so high, often looking upward, they feared him still more; as their
+own heads hung down they never saw anything but the dirt and dust
+beneath their feet or the quarrels about them, so their minds were full
+of fears and ugly thoughts, and they at once began to be afraid of him
+and suspect him of being proud. He could do twice as much evil as the
+other Kings, they said, since he was twice as strong and twice as
+handsome. It was their nature to first think an evil thought of anything
+or anybody and to be afraid of all things at the outset.
+
+The princes and nobles who rode in the procession tried to prevent King
+Amor seeing the wretched-looking people and ill-kept streets. They
+pointed out the palaces and decorations and beautiful ladies throwing
+flowers in his path from the balconies. He praised all the splendors and
+saluted the balconies, looking up with such radiant and smiling eyes
+that the ladies almost threw themselves after their flowers and cried
+out that never, never had there been crowned such a beautiful young King
+before.
+
+"Do not look at the rabble, your Majesty," the Prime Minister said.
+"They are an evil, ill-tempered lot of worthless malcontents and
+thieves."
+
+"I would not look at them," answered King Amor, "if I knew that I could
+not help them. There is no time to look at dark things if one cannot
+make them brighter. I look at these because there is something to be
+done. I do not yet know what."
+
+"There is such hatred in their eyes that they will only make you angry,
+Sire," said a handsome young prince who rode near.
+
+"There is no time for anger," said Amor, holding his crowned head high.
+"It is a worthless thing."
+
+After sunset there was a great banquet and after it a great ball, and
+the courtiers and princes were delighted by the beauty and grace of the
+new King. He was much brighter and more charming than any of the King
+Mordreths had been. His laugh was full of gaiety and the people who
+stood near him felt happier, though they did not know why.
+
+But when the ball was at its height he stepped into the center of the
+room and spoke aloud to the splendid company.
+
+"I have seen the broad streets and the palaces and all that is beautiful
+in my capital," he said. "Now I must go to the narrow streets and the
+dark ones. I must see the miserable people, the cripples, the wretched
+ones, the drunkards and the thieves."
+
+Every one clamored and protested. These things they had hidden from him;
+they said kings should not see them.
+
+"I will see them," he said with a smile which was beautiful and strange.
+"I go now, on foot, and unattended except for my friend the Ancient One.
+Let the ball go on."
+
+He strode through the glittering throng with the gray-clad Ancient One
+at his side. He still wore his crown upon his head because he wished his
+people to know that their King had come to them.
+
+Through dark and loathsome places they went, through narrow streets and
+back alleys and courts, where people scurried away like rats as the
+gutter children had done in the daytime. King Amor could not have seen
+them but that he had brought with him a bright lantern and held it up in
+the air above his high head. The light shining upon his beautiful face
+and his crown made him look more than ever like a young god and giant,
+and the people cowered terrified before him, asking each other what such
+a King would do to wretches like themselves. But just a few very little
+children smiled at him because he was so young and bright and splendid.
+No one in the black holes and corners could understand why a King should
+come walking among them on the night of his coronation day. Most of them
+thought that the next morning he would order them all to be killed, and
+their houses burned, because he would only think of them as vermin.
+
+Once as he passed through a dark court a madman darted out in his path
+shaking his fist.
+
+"We hate you!" he cried out. "We hate you!"
+
+The dwellers in the court gasped with terror, wondering what would
+happen. But the tall young King stood holding his lantern above his head
+and gazing at the madman with deep thought in his eyes.
+
+"There is no time for hatred in the world," he said. "There is no time."
+And then he passed on.
+
+The look of deep thought was in his face throughout the hours in which
+he strode on until he had seen all he had come to see.
+
+The next day he rode back up the mountain to his castle on the crag, and
+when the night fell he lay out upon the battlements under the sky as he
+had done on so many nights. The soft wind blew about him as he looked up
+at the stars.
+
+"I do not know, my brothers," he said to them. "Tell me." And he lay
+silent until the great sweet stillness of the night seemed to fill his
+soul, and when the stars began to fade he slept in rapturous peace.
+
+The people in his kingdom on the plain waited, wondering what he would
+do. During the next few days they quarreled and hated each other more
+than ever, the rich ones because they all wanted to gain his favor, and
+each was jealous of the other; the poor ones because they were afraid of
+him and each man feared that his neighbor would betray things he had
+done in the past.
+
+Only two boys working together in a field, having stopped to wrangle and
+fight, one of them suddenly stood still remembering something, and said
+a strange thing in a strange voice:
+
+"There is no time for anger. There is no time." And as he fell to work
+again his companion did the same, and when they had finished their task
+of weeding they talked about the thing and remembered that when they had
+quarreled the day before they had not finished their task at all, and
+had not been paid, and had gone home sore from the blows they had given
+each other, and had had no supper.
+
+"No, there is no time," they decided.
+
+At the beginning of the following week there were rumors that a strange
+law had been made--the strangest ever known in the world. It was
+something about a Blue Flower. What had flowers to do with laws, or what
+had laws to do with flowers? People quarreled about what the meaning of
+such a law might be. Those who thought first of evil things and fears
+began to say that in the rich people's gardens was to be planted a Blue
+Flower whose perfume would poison all the poor.
+
+The only ones who did not quarrel were the two boys and their friends
+who had already begun to make a sort of password of "There is no time
+for anger." One of them who was clever added a new idea to the saying.
+
+"There is no time for fear!" he cried out in the field. "Let us go on
+with our work." And they finished their task early and played games.
+
+At last one morning it was made known that the new King was to give a
+feast in the open air to all the people. It was to be on the plain
+outside the city, and he himself was going to proclaim to them the Law
+of the Blue Flower.
+
+"Now we shall know the worst," growled and shivered the Afraid Ones as
+they shuffled their way to the plain, and the boys who used the password
+heard them.
+
+"There is no time to think of the worst!" shouted the clever one at the
+top of his voice. "There is no time. We shall be late for the feast."
+
+And a number of people actually turned to listen because there was a
+high, strong, gay sound in his voice such as had never been heard in
+King Mordreth's Land before.
+
+The plain was covered with thick green grass, and beautiful spreading
+trees grew on it. There was a richly draped platform for King Amor's
+gold and ivory chair, but when the people gathered about he stood up
+before them, a beautiful young giant with eyes like fixed stars and head
+held high. And he read his law in a voice which, wonderful to relate,
+was heard by every man, woman, and child--even by the little cripple
+crouching alone in the grass on the very outskirts of the crowd and not
+expecting to hear or see anything.
+
+This is what he read:
+
+"In my pleasaunce on the mountain top there grows a Blue Flower. One of
+my brothers, the birds, brought me its seed from an Emperor's hidden
+garden. It is as beautiful as the sky at dawn. It has a strange power.
+It dispels evil fortune and the dark thoughts which bring it. There is
+no time for dark thoughts--there is no time for evil. Listen to my Law.
+Tomorrow seeds will be given to every man, woman, and child in my
+kingdom--even to the newborn. Every man, woman, and child--even the
+newborn--is commanded by the law to plant and feed and watch over the
+Blue Flower. It is the work of each to make it grow. The mother of the
+newborn can hold its little hand and make it drop the seeds into the
+earth. As the child grows she must show it the green shoots when they
+pierce the brown soil. She must babble to it of its Blue Flower. By the
+time it is pleased by color it will love the blossoms, and the spell of
+happiness and good fortune will begin to work for it. It is not one
+person here and there who must plant the flower, but each and every one.
+To those who have not land about them, all the land is free. You may
+plant by the roadside, in a cranny of a wall, in an old box or glass or
+tub, in any bare space in any man's field or garden. But each must plant
+his seeds and watch over and feed them. Next year when the Blue Flower
+blossoms I shall ride through my kingdom and bestow my rewards. This is
+my Law."
+
+"What will befall if some of us do not make them grow?" groaned some of
+the Afraid Ones.
+
+"There is no time to think of that!" shouted the boy who was clever.
+"Plant them!"
+
+When the Prime Minister and his followers told the King that larger and
+stronger prisons must be built for the many criminals, and that heavier
+taxes must be laid upon the people to rescue the country from poverty,
+his answer to them was: "Wait until the blooming of the Blue Flower."
+
+In a short time every one was working in the open air, digging in the
+soil--tiny children as well as men and women. Drunkards and thieves and
+idlers who had never worked before came out of their dark holes and
+corners into the light of the sun. It was not a hard thing to plant a
+few flower seeds, and because the King Amor looked so much more powerful
+than other men, and had eyes so wonderful and commanding, they did not
+know what punishment he would invent for them and were afraid to disobey
+him. But somehow, after they had worked in the sweet-scented earth for a
+while and had seen others working, the light of the sun and the
+freshness of the air made them feel in better humor; the wind blew away
+their evil fancies and their headaches, and because there was so much
+talk and wondering about the magic of the Blue Flower they became
+interested, and wanted to see what it would do for them when it
+blossomed. Scarcely any of them had ever tried to make a flower grow
+before and they gradually thought of it a great deal. There was less
+quarreling because conversation with neighbors all about a Blue Flower
+gave no reason for hard words. The worst and idlest were curious about
+it and every one tried experiments of his own. The children were
+delighted and actually grew happy and rosy over their digging and
+watering and care-taking. Gradually all sorts of curious things
+happened. People who were growing Blue Flowers began to keep the ground
+around about them in order. They did not like to see bits of paper and
+rubbish lying about, so they cleared them away. One quite new thing
+which occurred was that sometimes people even helped each other a
+little. Cripples and those who were weak actually found that there were
+stronger ones who would do things for them when their backs ached, and
+it was hard to carry water or dig up weeds. No one in King Mordreth's
+Land had ever helped another before.
+
+The boy who was clever did more than all the rest. He gathered together
+all the children he could and formed them into a band using the
+passwords. In time it became quite like a little army. They called
+themselves The Band of the Blue Flower, and each boy and girl was bound
+to remember the passwords and apply them to all they did. So, often,
+when a number of people were together and things began to go wrong, a
+clear young voice would cry out somewhere like a silver battle cry:
+
+"There is no time for anger!" or "There is no time for hate!" or "There
+is no time to fret! There is no time."
+
+Among the great and rich people also singular things came to pass. Those
+who had wasted their days loitering or rioting were obliged to get up in
+the morning to work in their gardens, and finding that exercise and
+fresh air improved their health and spirits they began to like it. Court
+ladies found it good for their complexions and tempers; busy merchants
+discovered that it made their heads clearer; ambitious students found
+that after an hour spent evening and morning over their Blue Flower beds
+they could study twice as long without fatigue. The children of the
+princes and nobles became so full of work and talk of their soil and
+their seeds that they quite forgot to squabble and be jealous of each
+other's importance at Court. Never in one story could it be told how
+many unusual, interesting, and wonderful things occurred in the once
+gloomy King Mordreth's Land just because every person in it, rich and
+poor, old and young, good and bad, had to plant and care for and live
+every day of life with a Blue Flower. Oh! the corners and crannies and
+queer places it was planted in; and oh! the thrill of excitement
+everywhere when the first tender green shoots thrust their way through
+the earth! And the wave of excitement which passed over the whole land
+when the first buds showed themselves. By that time every one was so
+interested that even the Afraid Ones had forgotten to ask each other
+what King Amor would do to them if they had no Blue Flower. Somehow,
+people had gained courage and they knew the Blue Flower would grow--and
+they knew there was no time to stop working while they worried and said
+"Suppose it didn't." There was no time.
+
+Sometimes the young King was on the mountain top with the wind and the
+eagle and the stars, and sometimes he was in his palace in the city, but
+he was always working and thinking for his people. He was not seen by
+the people, however, until a splendid summer day came when it was
+proclaimed by heralds in the streets that he would begin his journey
+through the land by riding through the capital city to see the
+blossoming of the Blue Flowers, and there would be a feast once more
+upon the plain.
+
+It was a wonderful day, the air was full of golden light and the sky of
+such a blueness as never had been seen before. Out of the palace gates
+he rode and he wore his crown, and his eyes were more brilliant than the
+jewels in it, and his smile was more radiant than a sunrise as he looked
+about him, for every breath he drew in was fragrant, every ugly place
+was hidden, and every squalid corner filled with beauty, for it seemed
+as if the whole world were waving with Blue Flowers. Tumble-down houses
+and fences were covered with them because some of them climbed like
+vines; neglected fields and gardens had been made neat so that they
+would grow; rubbish and dirt had been cleaned away to make room for
+clumps and patches of them. You could not grow the Blue Flower among
+dirt and disorder any more than you could grow it while you were
+spending your time in drinking and quarreling. By the road sides, in
+courts, in windows, in cracks, in walls, in broken places in roofs, in
+great people's gardens, on the window sills, or about the doorways of
+poor people's hovels--fair and fragrant and waving, grew the Blue
+Flower. Where it waved there was no room for dirt and rubbish, and
+suddenly even the dullest people began to see that the face of the whole
+land was changed as if by some strange magic, and the whole population
+seemed changed with it. Everybody looked fresher and more cheerful,
+people had actually learned to smile and keep themselves clean, and
+there was not one who was not healthier. They had, in fact, been
+noticing this for some time, and they had said to each other that the
+power of the Blue Flower, of which the King had spoken, was beginning to
+work. The children had grown gay and rosy, and the boy who was clever
+and all his companions had found time to earn themselves new clothes,
+because they had never forgotten their passwords. All the farmers wanted
+them to work in their fields because they said there was no time to
+idle, no time to fight, no time to play evil tricks.
+
+On the King rode, and on and on and on, and the farther he went the more
+splendid and joyous his smile grew.
+
+But at no time during the day was it more beautiful than when he met the
+little cripple who had sat on the outside of the crowd on the first
+feast day, not expecting to see or hear anything.
+
+The cripple lived in a tiny hovel on the edge of the city, and when the
+glittering procession drew near it the small patch of garden was quite
+bare and had not a Blue Flower in it. And the little cripple was sitting
+huddled upon his broken door-step, sobbing softly with his face hidden
+in his arms.
+
+King Amor drew up his white horse and looked at him and looked at his
+bare garden.
+
+"What has happened here?" he said. "This garden has not been neglected.
+It has been dug and kept free of weeds, but my Law has been broken.
+There is no Blue Flower."
+
+Then the little cripple got up trembling and hobbled through his rickety
+gate and threw himself down upon the earth before the King's white
+horse, sobbing hopelessly and heart-brokenly.
+
+"Oh King!" he cried. "I am only a cripple, and small, and I can easily
+be killed. I have no flowers at all. When I opened my package of seeds I
+was so glad that I forgot the wind was blowing, and suddenly a great
+gust carried them all away forever and I had not even one left. I was
+afraid to tell anybody."
+
+And then he cried so that he could not speak.
+
+"Go on," said the young King gently. "What did you do?"
+
+"I could do nothing," said the little cripple. "Only I made my garden
+neat and kept away the weeds. And sometimes I asked other people to let
+me dig a little for them. And always when I went out I picked up the
+ugly things I saw lying about--the bits of paper and rubbish--and I dug
+holes for them in the earth. But I have broken your Law."
+
+Then the people gasped for breath, for King Amor dismounted from his
+horse and lifted the little cripple up in his arms and held him against
+his breast.
+
+"You shall ride with me today," he said, "and go to my castle on the
+mountain crag and live near the stars and the sun. When you kept the
+weeds from your bare little garden, and when you dug for others and hid
+away ugliness and disorder, you planted a Blue Flower every day. You
+have planted more than all the rest, and your reward shall be the
+sweetest, for you planted without the seeds."
+
+And then the people shouted until the world seemed to ring with their
+joy, and somehow they knew that King Mordreth's Land had come into fair
+days and they thought it was the Blue Flower magic.
+
+"But the earth is full of magic," Amor said to the Ancient One, after
+the feast on the plain was over. "Most men know nothing of it and so
+comes misery. The first law of the earth's magic is this one. If you
+fill your mind with a beautiful thought there will be no room in it for
+an ugly one. This I learned from you and from my brothers the stars. So
+I gave my people the Blue Flower to think of and work for. It led them
+to see beauty and to work happily and filled the land with bloom. I,
+their King, am their brother, and soon they will understand this and I
+can help them, and all will be well. They shall be wise and joyous and
+know good fortune."
+
+The little cripple lived near the sun and the stars in the castle on the
+mountain crag until he grew strong and straight. Then he was the King's
+chief gardener. The boy who was clever was made captain of his band,
+which became the King's own guard and never left him. And the gloom of
+King Mordreth's Land was forgotten, because it was known throughout all
+the world as The Land of the Blue Flower.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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