Brave one

Usage examples of lionheart.

Miss Fuss-and-Bother was the name Lionheart had given to die governess least patient with the frequent necessity of fishing Beauty out of her latest muddy haven in the garden and bringing her indoors and dumping her in the bath.

It was true that she was not very noticeable in the company of her sisters, hut she should have been able to find a suitable husband among all the young men who flocked to their house to court Lionheart and Jeweltongue.

Jeweltongue and Beauty went alone to sell their horses and waggon, leaving Lionheart experimenting with lashing together an assortment of short whippy poles cut from the saplings they had begun clearing from round the house.

Beauty and Lionheart were relieved to find that their awkward carpentry and inexperienced mends were holding firm and that, so far as they could tell, there was nothing terribly wrong with their little house.

Jittle silence, and then Lionheart sat up as if to climb out of bed but stopped with one foot touching the floor.

Jeweltongue kissed her, and Lionheart reached out a hand and just stroked the silky petals of a pale pink rose with one finger.

And the cottage is smaller yet when Lionheart is here too, roaring away.

Quite composedly she looked up and saw Lionheart and a young man she did not recognise leading two horses towards a barn a little distance away.

When he sat down, Lionheart leant back against his legs and sighed, and be stroked the damp hair away from her forehead.

But just as she would know Lionheart from Jeweltongue in the dark simply by her smell, just as each of the roses at Rose Cottage possessed a smell as individual as the shape of its stems and leaves and the colour of its flowers, so was this smell of roses different from the rich wild scent that belonged to the Beast.

Beauty, remembering her efforts to help Lionheart poke the sitting-room chimney clear from the roof.

Suddenly it was easy to see it as a long stem of some wandering rose, easy then to see it arching round a familiar doorway and small leaded windows Lionheart had once thought too small, and now she seemed to make out the two corner bushes, guarding the front face of the house.

Jeweltongue, who loved the life she had made in Long-chance, just as Lionheart loved her life, as their father loved his life, a life.

And it had been Beauty then who had done what needed to be done, while all she and Lionheart could see was that their pride and arrogance had shattered like glass, and the shards lay all round them, and it was as if they cut themselves to the bone with every move they made.

Neither Jeweltongue nor Lionheart had had the heart to use it, however, and it had hung untouched on its peg for seven months.