In her fantastic mood she stretched her soft, clasped hands upward toward the moon. ‘Sweet moon,’ she said in a kind of mock prayer, ‘make your white light come down in music into my dancing-room...

Suddenly Damask found herself staring down at the flowers through a dazzle of tears. The words sounded so innocent and so disarming – she remembered that she hadn’t wanted to come through the beautiful woods...

As Mr. R. U. Sayee has well said: ‘It should be clear a priori that fairy lore must have developed as a result of modifications and accretions received in different countries and at many periods,...