But what was the Queen to me, when I followed my white lady? I dashed
the door to the wall and sprang through. Lo! I stood on a waste windy
hill. Great stones like tombstones stood all about me. No door, no
palace was to be seen. A white figure gleamed past me, wringing her
hands, and crying, "Ah! you should have sung to me; you should have sung
to me!" and disappeared behind one of the stones. I followed. A cold
gust of wind met me from behind the stone; and when I looked, I saw
nothing but a great hole in the earth, into which I could find no way
of entering. Had she fallen in? I could not tell. I must wait for the
daylight. I sat down and wept, for there was no help.