“Her hair was tangled in the reeds.
Her hair so gold and gay,”
he sang.
“Would you like to look into my mirror?” he asked Calladine.
An idea took him; he scrambled to his feet.
“They’re all afraid of my mirror,” he said. “She wouldn’t look into it, for fear of what she might see there. But you shall look. Look into it now, and you’ll see them; you shall see them as they were in here, last night.”
Calladine pushed him away; made him stagger against the wall of the hut.
“You would see them! you would see them!” cried Olver, delighted.
Neither of them noticed that the door had opened, and that Lovel stood in the hut.
“Nicco!” cried Olver.