It was lovely beyond speech--white and sad, heart-and-soul sad, but not unhappy, and I knew it never could be unhappy.

Great tears were running down her cheeks: she wiped them away with her robe; her countenance grew very still, and she wept no more.

But for the pity in every line of her expression, she would have seemed severe.

She laid her hand on the head of the princess--on the hair that grew low on the forehead, and stooping, breathed on the sallow brow.

The body shuddered.
"Will you turn away from the wicked things you have been doing so long ?" said Mara gently.
The princess did not answer.