“Now amidst these things as I was walking pensively in my garden one summer day, it was told me that a woman desired to see me, so I bade them bring her. And when she came I looked on her, and deemed that I had seen her aforetime: she was not old, but of middle age, of dark red hair, and brown eyes somewhat small: not a big woman, but well fashioned of body, and looking as if she had once been exceeding dainty and trim. She spake, and again I seemed to have heard her voice before: ‘Hail, Queen,’ she said, ‘it does my heart good to see thee thus in thy glorious estate.’ So I took her greeting; but those tales of my being but a sending of the Devil for the ruin of that land came into my mind, and I sent away the folk who were thereby before I said more to her. Then she spake again: ‘Even so I guessed it would be that thou wouldst grow great amongst women.’
“But I said, ‘What is this? and when have I known thee before-time?’ She smiled and said naught; and my mind went back to those old days, and I trembled, and the flesh crept upon my bones, lest this should be the coming back in a new shape of my mistress whom I had slain. But the woman laughed, and said, as if she knew my thoughts: ‘Nay, it is not so: the dead are dead; fear not: but hast thou forgotten the Dale of Lore?’
“ ‘Nay,’ said I, ‘never; and art thou then the carline that learned me lore? But if the dead come not back, how do the old grow young again? for ’tis a score of years since we two sat in the Dale, and I longed for many things.’
“Said the woman: ‘The dead may not drink of the Well at the World’s End; yet the living may, even if they be old; and that blessed water giveth them new might and changeth their blood, and they are as young folk for a long while again after they have drunken.’ ‘And hast thou drunken?’ said I.
“ ‘Yea,’ she said; ‘but I am minded for another draught.’ I said: ‘And wherefore hast thou come to me, and what shall I give to thee?’ She said, ‘I will take no gift of thee as now, for I need it not, though hereafter I may ask a gift of thee. But I am to ask this of thee, if thou wilt be my fellow-farer on the road thither?’ ‘Yea?’ said I, ‘and leave my love and my lord, and my kingship which he hath given me? for this I will tell thee, that all that here is done, is done by me.’
“ ‘Great is thy Kingship, Lady,’ said the woman, and smiled withal. Then she sat silent a little, and said: ‘When six months are worn, it will be springtide; I will come to thee in the spring days, and know what thy mind is then. But now I must depart.’ Quoth I: ‘Glad shall I be to talk with thee again; for though thou hast learned me much of wisdom, yet much more I need; yea, as much as the folk here deem I have already.’ ‘Thou shalt have no less,’ said the woman. Then she kissed my hands and went her ways, and I sat musing still for a long while: because for all my gains, and my love that I had been loved withal, and the greatness that I had gotten, there was as it were a veil of unhappiness wrapped round about my heart.
“So wore the months, and ere the winter had come befell an evil thing, for my lord, who had loved me so, and taken me out of the wilderness, died, and was gathered to the fathers, and there was I left alone; for there was no fruit of my womb by him alive. My firstborn had been slain by those wretches, and a second son that I bore had died of a pestilence that war and famine had brought upon the land. I will not wear thy soul with words about my grief and sorrow: but it is to be told that I sat now in a perilous place, and yet I might not step down from it and abide in that land, for then it was a sure thing, that some of my foes would have laid hand on me and brought me to judgment for being but myself, and I should have ended miserably. So I gat to me all the strength that I might, and whereas there were many who loved me still, some for my own sake, and some for the sake of my lord that was, I endured in good hope that all my days were not done. Yet I longed for the coming of the Teacher of Lore; for now I made up my mind that I would go with her, and seek to the Well at the World’s End for weal and woe.
“She came while April was yet
