"He sighed. 'Is that all you desire?' he said. 'Supposing I granted you that, is there nothing you would take back with you?'
"'No,' she answered.
"'No charm?' he asked again. 'Not a charm to compel love? I can give you even that.'
"'Take me back,' she begged, 'and teach me how to win my husband to forgive me.'
"He smiled very sadly, and she could almost have pitied him, so poor he seemed, bereaved of his desire.
"'You are greater than Tagalash,' he said slowly, 'since you make a slave of him. You shall have what you will. Go back to your world, my beloved, my love that shall henceforth dread the still pools.'
"'So I came back,' she said, looking-round on us as though all were explained.
"'How?' we asked.
"'Why, I came,' she answered plaintively, and had no more to tell. She had been found sleeping on the grass near the spruit, after a week of absence during which the men of the district had combed the very bushes for a trace of her.
"'But the charm?' asked one of us. 'The charm to win forgiveness? What was that?'