Produced by Mike Lough
   PHANTASTES
   A FAERIE ROMANCE FOR MEN AND WOMEN
   By George Macdonald
   A new Edition, with thirty-three new Illustrations by Arthur Hughes;edited by Greville MacDonald
        “In good sooth, my masters, this is no door.      Yet is it a little window, that looketh upon a great world.”
   LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
     THE MEETING OF SIR GALAHAD AND SIX PERCIVALE  SUDDENLY THERE STOOD ON THE THRESHOLD A TINY WOMAN-FORM  THE BRANCHES AND LEAVES ON THE CURTAINS OF MY BED WERE IN MOTION  I SAW A COUNTRY MAIDEN COMING TOWARDS ME  TAILPIECE TO CHAPTER III  HEADPIECE TO CHAPTER IV  TWO LARGE SOFT ARMS WERE THROWN AROUND ME FROM BEHIND  I GAZED AFTER HER IN A KIND OF DESPAIR  I FOUND MYSELF IN A LITTLE CAVE  THE ASH SHUDDERED AND GROANED  TAILPIECE TO CHAPTER VI  I COULD HARDLY BELIEVE THAT THERE WAS A FAIRY LAND  I DID NOT BELIEVE IN FAIRY LAND  A RUNNER WITH GHOSTLY FEET  THE MAIDEN CAME ALONG, SINGING AND DANCING,HAPPY AS A CHILD  THE GOBLINS PERFORMED THE MOST ANTIC HOMAGE  THE FAIRY PALACE IN THE MOONLIGHT  TOO DAZZLING FOR EARTHLY EYES  IN THE WOODS AND ALONG THE RIVER BANKS DO THE MAIDENS GO LOOKING       FOR CHILDREN  SHE LAY WITH CLOSED EYES, WHENCE TWO TEARS WERE FAST WELLING  HEADPIECE TO CHAPTER XIV  I SPRANG TO HER, AND LAID MY HAND ON THE HARP  A WHITE FIGURE GLEAMED PAST ME, WRINGING HER HANDS  THEY ALL RUSHED UPON ME, AND HELD ME TIGHT  A WINTRY SEA, BARE, AND WASTE, AND GRAY  SHOW ME THE CHILD THOU CALLEST MINE  THE TIME PASSED AWAY IN WORK AND SONG  HEADPIECE TO CHAPTER XXI  WE REACHED THE PALACE OF THE KING  I SAW, LEANING AGAINST THE TREE, A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN  FASTENED TO THE SADDLE, WAS THE BODY OF A GREAT DRAGON  I WAS DEAD, AND RIGHT CONTENT  A VALLEY LAY BENEATH ME
   PREFACE
   For offering this new edition of my father’s Phantastes, my reasonsare three. The first is to rescue the work from an edition illustratedwithout the author’s sanction, and so unsuitably that all lovers of thebook must have experienced some real grief in turning its pages. Withthe copyright I secured also the whole of that edition and turned itinto pulp.
   My second reason is to pay a small tribute to my father by way ofpersonal gratitude for this, his first prose work, which was publishednearly fifty years ago. Though unknown to many lovers of his greaterwritings, none of these has exceeded it in imaginative insight and powerof expression. To me it rings with the dominant chord of his life’spurpose and work.
   My third reason is that wider knowledge and love of the book shouldbe made possible. To this end I have been most happy in the help of myfather’s old friend, who has illustrated the book. I know of no otherliving artist who is capable of portraying the spirit of Phantastes;and every reader of this edition will, I believe, feel that theillustrations are a part of the romance, and will gain through themsome perception of the brotherhood between George MacDonald and ArthurHughes.
   GREVILLE MACDONALD.
   September 1905.
   PHANTASTES A FAERIE ROMANCE
       “Phantastes from ‘their fount all shapes deriving,    In new habiliments can quickly dight.”                             FLETCHER’S Purple Island
        Es lassen sich Erzählungen ohne Zusammenhang, jedoch mit     Association, wie Träume, denken; Gedichte, die bloss     wohlklingend und voll schöner Worte sind, aber auch ohne     allen Sinn und Zusammenhang, höchstens einzelne Strophen     verständlich, wie Bruchstücke aus den verschiedenartigsten     Dingen. Diese wahre Poesie kann höchstens einen     allegorischen Sinn in Grossen, und eine indirecte Wirkung,     wie Musik, haben. Darum ist die Natur so rein poetisch, wie     die Stube eines Zauberers, eines Physikers, eine     Kinderstube, eine Polter- und Vorrathskammer.
        Ein Märchen ist wie ein Traumbild ohne Zusammenhang. Ein     Ensemble wunderbarer Dinge und Begebenheiten, z. B. eine     musikalische Phantasie, die harmonischen Folgen einer     Aeolsharfe, die Natur selbst...
        In einem echten Märchen muss alles wunderbar, geheimnissvoll     und zusammenhängend sein; alles belebt, jeder auf eine     andere Art. Die ganze Natur muss wunderlich mit der ganzen     Geisterwelt gemischt sein; hier tritt die Zeit der Anarchie,     der Gesetzlosigkeit, Freiheit, der Naturstand der Natur, die     Zeit von der Welt ein . . . Die Welt des Märchens ist die,     der Welt der Wahrheit durchaus entgegengesetzte, und eben     darum ihr so durchaus ähnlich, wie das Chaos der vollendeten     Schöpfung ähnlich ist.--NOVALIS.