anet threw him
from her, far into the clear, cold well.

But the little angry imps were soon shrieking in dismay. No
sooner was the fagot in the well than the little elfin knight was
restored to his own true mortal form.

Then over the tall, strong knight Janet threw her green mantle,
and the power of the fairies over the young Tamlane was for ever
gone. Their spell was broken.

Now, the Queen of the Fairies had hidden herself in a bush of
broom to see what would happen. And when she saw her favourite
knight change into his own true mortal shape, she was very cross,
very cross indeed. The little fairy band was ordered to march
home in silence, their pipes thrust into their tiny green
girdles, and there were no more revels in the fairy court for
many and many a long day to come.

HYNDE ETIN

May Margaret did not love to sew, yet here in the doorway of her
bower she sat, her silk seam in her hand.

May Margaret sat with her seam in her hand, but she did not sew,
she dreamed, and her dream was all of Elmond wood.

She was there herself under the greenwood gay. The tall trees
bowed, the little trees nodded to her. The flowers threw their
sweetest scents after her as she passed along; the little birds
sang their gladdest that she might hear. How fair and green and
cool it was in the wood of Elmond!

On a sudden, Margaret sat upright in the doorway of her bower.
She dreamed no more. The sound of the hunting-horn rang in her
ear. It was blown in Elmond wood.

Then down on her lap slipped the silken seam, down to her feet
the needle. May Margaret was up and away to the greenwood.

Down by the hazel bushes she hastened, nor noticed that the
evening shadows fell; on past the birch groves she ran, nor
noticed that the dew fell fast.

No one did May Margaret meet until she reached a white-thorn
tree. There, up from the grass on which he lay, sprang Hynde
Etin.

'What do ye seek in the wood, May Margaret?' said he. 'Is it
flowers, or is it for dew ye seek this bonny night of May?'

But Margaret did not care to answer. She only shook her head.

Then said Hynde Etin, 'I am forester of Elmond wood, nor should
ye enter it without my leave.'

'Nay now,' cried the lady Margaret, 'leave will I ask of no man,
for my father is earl of all this land.'

'Your father may be earl of all the land, May Margaret, yet
shall ye die, because ye will not ask my leave to come to Elmond
wood.' And he seized her fast and ti