gether wrong, though women....

And yet both Greeks and Romans represented Truth under the guise of a
woman.

FINIS.

THE GREYLOCK

A FAIRY TALE.

By Georg Ebers

Once upon a time there was a country, more beautiful than all other
lands and the castle of the Duke, its ruler, lay beside a lake that was
bluer than the deepest indigo. A long time ago the Knight Wendelin and
his squire George chanced upon this lake, but they found nothing save
waste fields and bleak rocks around it, yet the shores must formerly
have borne a different aspect, for there were shattered columns and
broken-nosed statues lying on the ground. Against the hillside there
were remains of ancient walls that once, undoubtedly, had supported
terraces of vines, but the rains had long washed the soil from the
rocks, and among the caves and crannies of the fallen stonework, and
ruined cellars, foxes, bats, and other animals had found a home.

The knight was no antiquary, but as he looked about him his curiosity
was excited: "What can have happened here?" he said, and his squire
wondered also, and followed his master. The latter led his horse to
the edge of the water to let him drink, for though he had seen many
watercourses in the land, he had found nothing in them save stones, and
boulders, and sand.

"What if this lake should be salt, like the Dead Sea in the Holy Land?"
the knight asked, and the squire answered:

"Ugh, that would be a thousand pities!" As the former raised his hand
to his mouth to taste the water, wishing indeed that it were wine, he
suddenly heard a strange noise. It was mournful and complaining, but
very soft and sweet. It seemed to be the voice of an unhappy woman,
and this pleased the knight, for he had ridden forth in search of
adventures. He had already been successful in several encounters, and
from George's saddle hung the tail-tips of seven dragons which his
master had killed. But a woman with a musical, appealing voice, in great
danger, offered a rare opportunity to a knight. Wendelin had not yet
had any such experience. The squire saw his master's eyes sparkle with
pleasure, and scratched his head thinking: "Distress brings tears to
most peoples' eyes, but there is no knowing what will delight a knight
like him!"

The waters of the lake proved to be not salt, but wonderfully sweet.

When Wendelin reached the grotto from which the complaining notes
came, he found a beautiful young woman, more lovely