But tell me, is this the Land of the Glittering Plain ?" "Even so," said the damsel, "dost thou not see how the sun shineth on it?
Just so it shineth in the season that other folks call winter." "Some such marvel I thought to hear of," said he; "for I have been told that the land is marvellous; and fair though these meadows be, they are not marvellous to look on now: they are like other lands, though it maybe, fairer." "That may be," she said; "we have nought but hearsay of other lands.

If we ever knew them we have forgotten them." Said Hallblithe, "Is this land called also the Acre of the Undying ?" As he spake the words the smile faded from the damsel's face; she and her fellows grew pale, and she said: "Hold thy peace of such words! They are not lawful for any man to utter here.

Yet mayst thou call it the Land of the Living." He said: "I crave pardon for the rash word." Then they smiled again, and drew near to him, and caressed him with their hands, and looked on him lovingly; but he drew a little aback from them and said: "I have come hither seeking something which I have lost, the lack whereof grieveth me." Quoth the damsel, drawing nearer to him again, "Mayst thou find it, thou lovely man, and whatsoever else thou desirest." Then he said: "Hath a woman named the Hostage been brought hither of late days?
A fair woman, bright-haired and grey-eyed, kind of countenance, soft of speech, yet outspoken and nought timorous; tall according to our stature, but very goodly of fashion; a woman of the House of the Rose, and my troth-plight maiden." They looked on each other and shook their heads, and the black-haired damsel spake: "We know of no such a woman, nor of the kindred which thou namest." Then his countenance fell, and became piteous with desire and grief, and he bent his brows upon them, for they seemed to him light-minded and careless, though they were lovely.
But they shrank from him trembling, and drew aback; for they had all been standing close to him, beholding him with love, and she who had spoken most had been holding his left hand fondly.

But now she said: "Nay, look not on us so bitterly! If the woman be not in the land, this cometh not of our malice.

Yet maybe she is here.