She tasted the forbidden fruit, and found it tragically sweet.
Suddenly and softly he spoke: "Does the magic begin to work ?" She started and tried to stop.

Surely it were wiser to go back while she had the will! But he drew her forward still.

The mist overhead was faintly silver.

The moon was rising.
"We will go to the heart of the tangle," he said.

"There is nothing to fear.