The Selfish Giant part 4

“It
is your garden now, little children,” said the Giant, and he took a great axe
and knocked down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve
o’clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful
garden they had ever seen.

All
day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him
good-bye.

“But
where is your little companion?” he said: “the boy I put into the tree.” The
Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

“We
don’t know,” answered the children; “he has gone away.”

“You
must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,” said the Giant. But the
children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him
before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every
afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant.
But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was
very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and
often spoke of him. “How I would like to see him!” he used to say.

Years
went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any
more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games,
and admired his garden. “I have many beautiful flowers,” he said; “but the
children are the most beautiful flowers of all.”

One
winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate
the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the
flowers were resting.

Suddenly
he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a
marvelous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung
down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Across the grass

Downstairs
ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the
grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew
red with anger, and he said, “Who hath dared to wound thee?” For on the palms
of the child’s hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails
were on the little feet.

 “Who hath dared to wound thee?” cried the
Giant; “tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.”

“Nay!”
answered the child; “but these are the wounds of Love.”

“Who
art thou?” said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before
the little child.

And
the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, “You let me play once in your
garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.”

And
when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under
the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

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