Gertrude Crownfield, Princess White Flame
“ Then he left her, a gleaming whiteness at the foot of the great fire-oak, and went his way as the fairy had directed him.It was not long until he arrived at the house of the Wise One. A queer little scarlet hut, it was, set in the midst of a thicket of flaming bushes, with a bright red path that led straight to the door. The path was worn and hollowed out by many feet. From the pointed chimney, and the quaintly peaked roof, down all the walls to the very ground, the hut was covered with magic signs that no one but the Wise One himself understood. ”
