“And I tell you nothing of my secret?”
“I never ask you.”
“But do I not tell you? Can I keep it?”
“You don't speak to me. You never speak. You look. Fairies don't speak with the tongue. They have better ways.”
“What do you do with me?”
“I follow you, over the hills.”
“And then?”
“At dawn you leave me.”
“I am a ghost?”
“I don't know. You are Despoina. You go at dawn.”