“Brassid,” wailed the lady, “I’m sorry for you; but you are punished for taking advantage of me at a time and in an element when I almost love you.”
“Don’t you dare to pity me! I’m not done with you!” spluttered Brassid. “This is my chance—you said it—in—the—sea.”
“In fun! Only in fun!” she cried. “Can’t you see a joke?”
Before he got his chance she said:
“Brassid, we are far enough. You are tired. Let us go back.”
“I won’t!”
“Why?”
“You are mine out here. I am going to keep you—out here.”
“Would you come and live with me in the Dragon King’s palace beneath the sea, where it is always wet?”
“Yes. Whither thou goest I will go.”