Maybe the fancy came to her that, after
all these years, they might forgive her. Still, it was their
meeting place, so legend ran, especially of midsummer nights. Rare
it was now for human eye to catch a glimpse of the shimmering robes,
but high on the treeless moor to the music of the Lady of the
Fountain, one might still hear, were one brave enough to venture,
the rhythm of their dancing feet. If she sought them, softly
calling, might they not reveal themselves to her, make room for her
once again in the whirling circle? One has the idea that the
moonlight frock may have added to her hopes. Philosophy admits that
feeling oneself well dressed gives confidence.
If all of them had not disappeared--been kissed three times upon the
lips by mortal man and so become a woman? It seems to have been a
possibility for which your White Lady had to be prepared. That is,
if she chose to suffer it. If not, it was unfortunate for the too
daring mortal. But if he gained favour in her eyes! That he was
brave, his wooing proved. If, added thereto, he were comely, with
kind strong ways, and eyes that drew you? History proves that such
dreams must have come even to White Ladies. Maybe more especially
on midsummer nights when the moon is at its full. It was on such a
night that Sir Gerylon had woke Malvina's sister Sighile with a
kiss.
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