She had let down her misty, mouse-colored hair, and it floated around her like a cloud.
Then she slipped a cool, soft set of fingers into his, and led him onward, with sure and certain steps, while he blundered, not knowing where to put his feet, and all the time she turned every few seconds and looked at him, and he could just distinguish the soft mystery of her eyes, while now and then, as she walked, a tendril of her floating hair flew out and caressed his face, as once before, long ago.
"There are fairy things all about us," she said.

"Countless pink campions and buttercups, with an elf in each.

They will feel your giant feet, but they will know you are a mortal and cannot help your ways, because, you poor, blind bat, you cannot see!" "And you ?" he asked.

"Who gave you these eyes ?" "My mother," she answered softly, "the Goddess of the Night." And then she drew him on rapidly and stealthily, and he saw at last, in the open space where the stars and the sinking moon gave more light, that they were approaching the broken gate, and were near the terraced garden, which now was better kept.
When they got to this barrier to their path, Halcyone paused and leaned upon it.
"Mortal," she said, "you are wandering in a maze.

You have come thus far because I have led you, but you would have fallen if you had walked so fast alone.