_Mother:_ So she might now, but that night her door was shut and all the doors were shut; and I saw through the windows the boys and the girls sitting round the hearth and playing their games, and I had no courage to ask for shelter. In dread I was they might think some shameful thing of me, and I going the road alone in the night-time. _Child:_ Did you come here after that? _Mother:_ I went on down the hill in the darkness, and with the dint of my trouble and the length of the road my strength failed me, and I had like to fall. So I did fall at the last, meeting with a heap of broken stones by the roadside. _Child:_ I hurt my knee one time I fell on the stones. _Mother:_ It was then the great thing happened. I saw a stranger coming towards me, a very tall man, the best I ever saw, bright and shining that you could see him through the darkness; and I knew him to be no common man. _Child:_ Who was he? _Mother:_ It is what I thought, that he was the King of the World. _Child:_ Had he a crown like a King? _Mother:_ If he had, it was made of the twigs of a bare blackthorn; but in his hand he had a green branch, that never grew on a tree of this world. He took me by the hand, and he led me over the stepping-stones outside to this door, and he bade me to go in and I would find good shelter. I was kneeling down to thank him, but he raised me up and he said, “I will come to see you some other time. And do not shut up your heart in the things I give you,” he said, “but have a welcome before me.” _Child:_ Did he go away then? _Mother:_ I saw him no more after that, but I did as he bade me. (_She stands up and goes to the door._) I came in like this, and your father was sitting there by the hearth, a lonely man that was after losing his wife. He was alone and I was alone, and we married one another; and I never wanted since for shelter or safety. And a good wife I made him, and a good housekeeper. _Child:_ Will the King come again to the house? _Mother:_ I have his word for it he will come, but he did not come yet; it is often your father and myself looked out the door of a Samhain night, thinking to see him. _Child:_ I hope he won’t come in the night time, and I asleep. _Mother:_ It is of him I do be thinking every year, and I setting out the house, and making a cake for the supper. _Child:_ What will he do when he comes in? _Mother:_ He will sit over there in the chair, and maybe he will taste a bit of the cake. I will call in all the neighbours; I will tell them he is here. They will not be keeping it in their mind against me then that I brought nothing, coming to the house. They will know I am before any of them, the time they know who it is has come to visit me. They will all kneel down and ask for his blessing. But the best blessing will be on the house he came to of himself. _Child:_ And are you going to make the cake now?