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Colin
really
looked
quite
beautiful
,
Mary
thought
.
He
held
his
head
high
as
if
he
felt
like
a
sort
of
priest
and
his
strange
eyes
had
a
wonderful
look
in
them
.
The
light
shone
on
him
through
the
tree
canopy
.
“
Now
we
will
begin
,
”
he
said
.
“
Shall
we
sway
backward
and
forward
,
Mary
,
as
if
we
were
dervishes
?
”
“
I
canna
’
do
no
swayin
’
back
’
ard
and
for
’
ard
,
”
said
Ben
Weatherstaff
.
“
I
’
ve
got
th
’
rheumatics
.
”
“
The
Magic
will
take
them
away
,
”
said
Colin
in
a
High
Priest
tone
,
“
but
we
won
’
t
sway
until
it
has
done
it
.
We
will
only
chant
.
”
“
I
canna
’
do
no
chantin
’
”
said
Ben
Weatherstaff
a
trifle
testily
.
“
They
turned
me
out
o
’
th
’
church
choir
th
’
only
time
I
ever
tried
it
.
”
No
one
smiled
.
They
were
all
too
much
in
earnest
.
Colin
’
s
face
was
not
even
crossed
by
a
shadow
.
He
was
thinking
only
of
the
Magic
.
“
Then
I
will
chant
,
”
he
said
.
And
he
began
,
looking
like
a
strange
boy
spirit
.
“
The
sun
is
shining
—
the
sun
is
shining
.
That
is
the
Magic
.
The
flowers
are
growing
—
the
roots
are
stirring
.
That
is
the
Magic
.
Being
alive
is
the
Magic
—
being
strong
is
the
Magic
.
The
Magic
is
in
me
—
the
Magic
is
in
me
.
It
is
in
me
—
it
is
in
me
.
It
’
s
in
everyone
of
us
.
It
’
s
in
Ben
Weatherstaff
’
s
back
.
Magic
!
Magic
!
Come
and
help
!
”
He
said
it
a
great
many
times
—
not
a
thousand
times
but
quite
a
goodly
number
.
Mary
listened
entranced
.
She
felt
as
if
it
were
at
once
queer
and
beautiful
and
she
wanted
him
to
go
on
and
on
.
Ben
Weatherstaff
began
to
feel
soothed
into
a
sort
of
dream
which
was
quite
agreeable
.
The
humming
of
the
bees
in
the
blossoms
mingled
with
the
chanting
voice
and
drowsily
melted
into
a
doze
.
Dickon
sat
cross
-
legged
with
his
rabbit
asleep
on
his
arm
and
a
hand
resting
on
the
lamb
’
s
back
.
Soot
had
pushed
away
a
squirrel
and
huddled
close
to
him
on
his
shoulder
,
the
gray
film
dropped
over
his
eyes
.
At
last
Colin
stopped
.
