Alma Strettell,
Legends from River & Mountain
“ Then suddenly fear came upon the maiden.“Are all these human beings?” she asked, as they rode at a foot’s-pace through the streets. “And does not the wind blow down these tiny houses?”“Nay,” laughed Porfirie. “The wind does not blow here as hard as it does up yonder.”“See, my people,” he cried to the folk as he passed, “here I bring you your Queen. She is a fairy-blossom, and I plucked her from yonder cliff!”“But I am no Queen,” said Alba in affright.“I am a King, and since thou art to be my wife, thou wilt become Queen also.” ”
