palace. Come," she said, stretching forth a bony hand, "I am very old and cannot stand long. Come and sit with me on my couch."
The girl took the proffered hand and assisted the old lady back to the opposite side of the room and when she was seated the girl sat down beside her.
"Poor child! Poor child!" moaned the old woman. "Far better to have died than to have let them bring you here. At first I might have destroyed myself but there was always the hope that someone would come who would take me away, but none ever comes. Tell me how they got you."
Very briefly the girl narrated the principal incidents which led up to her capture by some of the creatures of the city.
"Then there is a man with you in the city?" asked the old woman.
"Yes," said the girl, "but I do not know where he is nor what are their intentions in regard to him. In fact, I do not know what their intentions toward me are."
"No one might even guess," said the old woman. "They do not know themselves from one minute to the next what their intentions are, but I think you can rest assured, my poor child, that you will never see your friend again."
"But they haven't slain you," the girl reminded her, "and you have been their prisoner, you say, for sixty years."
"No," replied her companion, "they have not killed me, nor will they kill you, though God knows
