upon the bleak beach between the waves and the dead leaves?"
"I hear a sound in the wind that is like a sound of piping," quoth she. "And it is for that that I dance widdershins. For the gift comes that will make you bare, and the man comes that must bring you care. But for me the morrow is come that I have thought upon, and the hour of my power."
"How comes it, crone," said the King's daughter, "that you waver like a rag, and pale like a dead leaf before my eyes?"
"Because the morrow has come that I have thought upon, and the hour of my power," said the crone, and she fell on the beach, and lo! she was but stalks of the sea tangle, and dust of the sea sand, and the sand lice hopped upon the place of her.
"This is the strangest thing that befell between two seas," said the King's daughter of Duntrine.
But the nurse broke out and moaned like an autumn gale. "I am weary of the wind," quoth she, and she bewailed her day.
The King's daughter was aware of a man
