. She did not mean to
give me her promise. She thought the rocks would never move. I pitied
them so much that I gave her back her promise as freely as she brought
her jewel to me. That is the whole story!"

The Magician answered, "Dear brother, you have each behaved nobly.
Thou art a squire, he is a knight, but by God's grace I can do a noble
deed as well as another. Sir, thou art free from thy debt to me, as
free as if thou hadst this moment crept out of the ground, and hadst
never known me till now. For, sir, I will not take a penny from thee
for all my skill, nor for all my work. It is enough! Farewell! Good
day to thee!"

Whereupon the Magician bowed once and again, mounted his horse, and
rode away.

Dorigen and Arviragus were walking on the cliffs as the Magician
parted from Aurelius. They noticed the two men, and when the horseman
rode away they saw a strange white mist rise from the sea and follow
the rider.

Dorigen caught her husband's arm, for there, there, out at sea, and
close by the cliffs, were the rocks, grisly and black and fearsome as
before. The sunlight fell on her jewel, and it shone more brightly
than of old, nor did its light ever grow dim in all the happy years
that followed.

II

EMELIA

Emelia the Radiant lived in a great castle in Athens.

Hippolyta, Emelia's sister, had once been queen of the Warrior Women,
and had led her armies to battle. But Emelia had never fought in these
battles. When she was still a child, Duke Theseus of Athens had fought
with Hippolyta and conquered her. Instead of sending his royal captive
to prison, Theseus married her, and took her home to Athens with him.
When he took her there, he took Emelia with her. He was very kind to
them both, and the castle in Athens was a happy home for Hippolyta and
her little sister.

As Emelia grew up she became most beautiful. She was more graceful
than a lily on its stem, and the flush on her cheeks was more delicate
than the hue of the rose-petals in the old Greek castle garden. Her
golden hair fell in heavy masses round her face, and lay in a great
plait down her back. It caught all the light that fell on it, and sent
it out again to make glad the hearts of those who looked on her. So
men called her Emelia the Radiant, and all who met her smiled for joy
at the sight of so beautiful a maid.

One May morning Emelia went into the castle garden to bathe her face
in the early dew. Everything was dim and gray in th