“But I am no Queen,” said Alba in affright.
“I am a King, and since thou art to be my wife, thou wilt become Queen also.”
“Thy wife? But I was to have no husband, my mother said.”
“She only said that because she knew that none was to have thee, save I alone.”
“Art thou not at all bad, then?”
“No, I am not bad.”
“Then art thou not a human being?”
“Nay, but I am.”
“Yet my mother said that all human creatures were bad, and that I must have nought to do with them.”
“Who is thy mother, then?”