"Tis a wild, crooked way, my dear."

"But I must go there to see him once more."

"Many a young girl has made the attempt, my sweet."

"And never seen again?"

"Not in this land, my angel."

"Does he cast his magic often?"

"Sometimes many close together, othertimes years and none are called, my precious."

"When the last?"

"Winter Solstice gone, a girl, like yourself, left this world for his domain, my pretty."

"And she went willingly?"

"With a warmth in her heart and songs upon her lips, my dainty."

"I shall die if I do not see him, so seek him I must, may my wish be granted."

"You shall find out your worthiness in time, my child."

"Farewell."

"Fare thee well, my offering."