winds
moan incessantly. There, possibly on some broken fragment of those
great grey stones, Queen Harbundia sat in judgment. And the judgment
was--and from it there was no appeal--that the fairy Malvina should be
cast out from among the community of the White Ladies of Brittany.
Over the face of the earth she should wander, alone and unforgiven.
Solemnly from the book of the roll-call of the White Ladies the name of
Malvina was struck out for ever.

The blow must have fallen upon Malvina as heavily as it was unexpected.
Without a word, without one backward look, she seems to have departed.
One pictures the white, frozen face, the wide-open, unseeing eyes, the
trembling, uncertain steps, the groping hands, the deathlike silence
clinging like grave-clothes round about her.

From that night the fairy Malvina disappears from the book of the
chroniclers of the White Ladies of Brittany, from legend and from
folklore whatsoever. She does not appear again in history till the
year A.D. 1914.

II. HOW IT CAME ABOUT.

It was on an evening towards the end of June, 1914, that Flight
Commander Raffleton, temporarily attached to the French Squadron then
harboured at Brest, received instructions by wireless to return at once
to the British Air Service Headquarters at Farnborough, in Hampshire.
The night, thanks to a glorious full moon, would afford all the light
he required, and young Raffleton determined to set out at once. He
appears to have left the flying ground just outside the arsenal at
Brest about nine o'clock. A little beyond Huelgoat he began to
experience trouble with the carburettor. His idea at first was to push
on to Lannion, where he would be able to secure expert assistance; but
matters only getting worse, and noticing beneath him a convenient
stretch of level ground, he decided to descend and attend to it
himself. He alighted without difficulty and proceeded to investigate.
The job took him, unaided, longer than he had anticipated. It was a
warm, close night, with hardly a breath of wind, and when he had
finished he was feeling hot and tired. He had drawn on his helmet and
was on the point of stepping into his seat, when the beauty of the
night suggested to him that it would be pleasant, before starting off
again, to stretch his legs and cool himself a little. He lit a cigar
and looked round about him.

The plateau on which he had alighted was a table-land standing high
above the surrounding count