"I was hunting one day, and as I rode widershins round yon hill, a deep
drowsiness fell upon me, and when I awoke, behold! I was in Elfland.
Fair is that land and gay, and fain would I stop but for thee and one
other thing. Every seven years the Elves pay their tithe to the Nether
world, and for all the Queen makes much of me, I fear it is myself that
will be the tithe."
"Oh can you not be saved? Tell me if aught I can do will save you,
Tamlane?"
"One only thing is there for my safety. To-morrow night is Hallowe'en,
and the fairy court will then ride through England and Scotland, and if
you would borrow me from Elfland you must take your stand by Miles Cross
between twelve and one o' the night, and with holy water in your hand
you must cast a compass all around you."
"But how shall I know you, Tamlane?" quoth Burd Janet, "amid so many
knights I've ne'er seen before?"
"The first court of Elves that come by let pass. The next court you
shall pay reverence to, but do naught nor say aught. But the third court
that comes by is the chief court of them, and at the head rides the
Queen of all Elfland. And I shall ride by her side upon a milk-white
steed with a star in my crown; they give me this honour as being a
christened knight. Watch my hands, Janet, the right one will be gloved
but the left one will be bare, and by that token you will know me."
"But how to save you, Tamlane?" quoth Burd Janet.
"You must spring upon me suddenly, and I will fall to the ground. Then
seize me quick, and whatever change befall me, for they will exercise
all their magic on me, cling hold to me till they turn me into red-hot
iron. Then cast me into this pool and I will be turned back into a
mother-naked man. Cast then your green mantle over me, and I shall be
yours, and be of the world again."
So Burd Janet promised to do all for Tamlane, and next night at midnight
she took her stand by Miles Cross and cast a compass round her with holy
water.
Soon there came riding by the Elfin court, first over the mound went a
troop on black steeds, and then another troop on brown. But in the third
court, all on milk-white steeds, she saw the Queen of Elfland, and by
her side a knight with a star in his crown, with right hand gloved and
the left bare. Then she knew this was her own Tamlane, and springing
forward she seized the bridle of the milk-white steed and pulled its
rider down. And as soon as he had touched the ground she let go the
bridle and seized him in her arms.
"He's won, he's won amongst us all," shrieked out the eldritch crew, and
all came around her and tried their spells on young Tamlane.
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