When he reached it, he found himself on a broad table of ice, along which he could walk without much difficulty. Before him, at a considerable distance, rose a lofty ridge of ice, which shot up into fantastic pinnacles and towers and battlements. The air was very cold, and seemed somehow dead, for there was not the slightest breath of wind. In the centre of the ridge before him appeared a gap like the opening of a valley. But as he walked towards it, gazing, and wondering whether that could be the way he had to take, he saw that what had appeared a gap was the form of a woman seated against the ice front of the ridge, leaning forwards with her hands in her lap, and her hair hanging down to the ground. “It is North Wind on her doorstep,” said Diamond joyfully, and hurried on. He soon came up to the place, and there the form sat, like one of the great figures at the door of an Egyptian temple, motionless, with drooping arms and head. Then Diamond grew frightened, because she did not move nor speak. He was sure it was North Wind, but he thought she must be dead at last. Her face was white as the snow, her eyes were blue as the air in the ice-cave, and her hair hung down straight, like icicles. She had on a greenish robe, like the colour in the hollows of a glacier seen from far off. He stood up before her, and gazed fearfully into her face for a few minutes before he ventured to speak. At length, with a great effort and a trembling voice, he faltered out-- “North Wind!” “Well, child?” said the form, without lifting its head. “Are you ill, dear North Wind?” “No. I am waiting.” “What for?” “Till I'm wanted.” “You don't care for me any more,” said Diamond, almost crying now. “Yes I do. Only I can't show it. All my love is down at the bottom of my heart. But I feel it bubbling there.” “What do you want me to do next, dear North Wind?” said Diamond, wishing to show his love by being obedient. “What do you want to do yourself?” “I want to go into the country at your back.” “Then you must go through me.” “I don't know what you mean.” “I mean just what I say. You must walk on as if I were an open door, and go right through me.” “But that will hurt you.” “Not in the least. It will hurt you, though.” “I don't mind that, if you tell me to do it.” “Do it,” said North Wind. Diamond walked towards her instantly. When he reached her knees, he put out his hand to lay it on her, but nothing was there save an intense cold. He walked on. Then all grew white about him; and the cold stung him like fire. He walked on still, groping through the whiteness. It thickened about him. At last, it got into his heart, and he lost all sense. I would say that he fainted--only whereas in common faints all grows black about you, he felt swallowed up in whiteness. It was when he reached North Wind's heart that he fainted and fell. But as he fell, he rolled over the threshold, and it was thus that Diamond got to the back of the north wind.