physical powers.

"I am much heavier--and much older--than you think," she remarked at
length.

He laughed boyishly, as if she had made a joke. "_Mais c'est drôle,
cela_! Me, I have no thoughts upon the subject, mademoiselle. I believe
what I see, and I assure you that I am well capable of carrying you
across the rocks to Valpré. You lodge at Valpré?"

Chris nodded. "And you? No," hastily checking herself, "don't tell me!
You live in the Magic Cave, of course. I knew you were there. It was why
I came."

"You knew, mademoiselle?" His eyes interrogated her.

She nodded again in answer. "You have lived there for hundreds of years.
You were under a spell, and I came and broke it. If I hadn't cut my foot,
you would have been there still. Do you really think you can lift me? And
what shall you do when you come to cross the rocks? They are much too
slippery to walk on."

He stooped to raise her, still smiling. "Have no fear, mademoiselle! I
know these rocks by heart."

She laughed with a child's pure merriment. "Oh, I am not afraid, _preux
chevalier_. But if you find me too heavy--"

"If I cannot carry the queen of the fairies," he interrupted, "I am not
worthy of the name."