Chapter 3
Being a king he had authority to ask questions. Conn asked her,
therefore, all the questions that he could think of, for it is not
every day that a lady drives from the sea, and she wearing a
golden-fringed cloak of green silk through which a red satin smock
peeped at the openings. She replied to his questions, but she did
not tell him all the truth; for, indeed, she could not afford
to.
She knew who he was, for she retained some of the powers proper
to the worlds she had left, and as he looked on her soft yellow
hair and on her thin red lips, Conn recognised, as all men do, that
one who is lovely must also be good, and so he did not frame any
inquiry on that count; for everything is forgotten in the presence
of a pretty woman, and a magician can be bewitched also.
