Sarah Brown had for a while all the fun of being a god. She was nowhere
and she was everywhere. She could have counted the hairs on David's
head. The world waved like a flower upon a thin purple stalk of
smoke....

Her eyes began to see again. She was aware, of the hollowed tired eyes
of Richard fixed upon her. The dragon dawned once more upon her sight,
it was inquisitively watching developments, while pretending to claw a
weed or two out of a neighbouring bean-row.

The horizon was rusty with a rather heavy sunset. The fields were full
of twilight and empty of fairies.

Sarah Brown came to herself with a start, she was shocked to find that
she had opened her mouth to say something absolutely impossible to
Richard. David's chin was resting on her hand. Her side felt frozen and
dangerous but not painful.

"It didn't altogether answer," said Richard. "I'm afraid the wrapping
was a mistake. A spell of that strength ought to have set you dancing
in three minutes. I'll take you home on my horse. His name is Vivian."

The Horse Vivian, who was so white as to be almost phosphorescent in the
dusk, was now further illuminated by a little red light on his breast,
and a little green light on his tail. Richard was fond of making
elaborate and unnecessary arrangements like this, while neglecting to
acquire skill in the more usual handicrafts.

Sarah Brown, a person of little weight, was placed astride on the back