"Nothing?" he questioned, with an answering smile.

She was hobbling over the stones with his assistance. "Nothing
interesting, I assure you," she said.

"Except when mademoiselle goes to the cavern of the fairies to look for
the magic knight?" he suggested.

She threw him a merry glance. "To be sure! I will come and see you again
some day when the tide is low. Is there a dragon in the cave?"

"He is there only when the tide is high, mademoiselle, a beast enormous
with eyes of fire."

"And a princess?" asked the English girl, keenly interested.

"No, there is no princess."

"Only you and the dragon?"

"Generally only me, mademoiselle."

"Whatever do you do there?" she asked curiously.

His smile was bafflingly direct. "Me? I make magic, mademoiselle."

"What sort of magic?"

"What sort? That is a difficult question."