in sorrow.

    And ws saw o wo

    eaco meet him, and called him

    by name, and said to   to sell?

    I  of

    me, for I am .  Of o me?  I cannot

    see it.  I may not touc.  I do not kno.

    But ts mocked at  use is a mans

    soul to us?  It is not h a clipped piece of silver.  Sell us

    thee in sea-purple, and

    put a ring upon t

    Queen.  But talk not of to us it is nought, nor has

    it any value for our service.

    And to range a this

    is!  t tellet the gold in

    ts say t it is not h a clipped

    piece of silver.  And  of t-place, and

    doo to ponder on w he should

    do.

    And at noon he remembered how one of his companions, who was a

    gatold ain young itch who

    d in a cave at the bay and was very cunning in her

    c to and ran, so eager  rid of

    followed he

    sand of tcch knew

    down h her

    red ood at the cave,

    and in  was

    blossoming.

    dye lack?   dye lack? sing up

    teep, and bent down before , whe

    le reed-pipe, and he

    mullet come sailing into t it ty boy,

    it  dye lack?   dye lack?  A storm to wreck

    ts of ricreasure ashore?  I have

    more storms tronger than

    ter I can send t

    galleys to ttom of t I ty boy,

    I  dye lack?   dye lack?  I know a flower

    t gro but I.  It has purple

    leaves, and a star in its , and its juice is as we as milk.

    S touche Queen,