These two were young and beautiful and well content with each other, it is said.

So it would seem that Fate could not let them alone.
"We are near our journey's end," said he, by and by.
"Oh, then, let us go very slowly," she urged.
Another step and they had passed the hidden gate between reality and enchantment.

It would appear that she had spoken the magic words which had opened it.

They rode, for a time, without further speech, in a land not of this world, although, in some degree, familiar to the best of its people.

Only they may cross that border who have kept much of the innocence of childhood and felt the delightful fear of youth that was in those two--they only may know the great enchantment.