All the years in which the good dame had befriended her seemed to rise up in a row, and out of each one called a thousand kindnesses as with one voice: 'How canst thou forget us, Olga?
We were done for thee, for love's sweet sake, and that alone.' "Then was Olga sorry and ashamed that she had been so proud and forgetful, and she wept again.

The tears seemed to clear her vision, for now she saw plainly that through no power of her own could she wrest strange favours from fortune.

Only the power of the old charm could make them hers.

She remembered it then, and holding fast to the one bead in her hand, she repeated, humbly: "'For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need, Blossom and deck me, little seed.' "Lo, as the words left her lips, the moon shone out from behind the clouds above the dark forest.

There was a fragrance of lilies all about her, and a gossamer gown floated around her, whiter than the whiteness of the fairest lily.