We must build her a palace worthy of her!"
Hither and thither they ran, gathering up the dewdrops, and piling them
one above the other till the most wonderful Castle rose up on the
hillside: as clear as glass, it shone with all the colours of the
rainbow, and here they stored the silks and the beautiful ornaments and
the caskets of silver money.
Next morning Ginnifer's lover came riding back to tell her that his
father forbade the match, but that he meant to marry her whether or no.
And lo and behold! he found her at the door of a pixie palace, and
directly he set foot inside it, it sank through the ground and carried
them both with it into Elfland. And there they have lived ever since, as
happy as the pixies themselves, though no one on earth saw them any more.
But sometimes when the late sickle moon shines over the moor, travellers
who have lost their way have been set in the right path by a lovely lady
in gauzy green garments, who sprang up, as it seemed, from nowhere, and
vanished away again into the mist, and to this day the children, hunting
for bilberries on the hillside, call the shining dewdrops 'Ginnifer's
tears.
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