and she stayed there as it seemed to him a lifetime; but presently
she rose up, and even in that black night the whiteness of her body
was visible to him, and she came to him as she was and laid her head
on his breast and said:

"I am your Woman."


("I want my apple," said Martin Pippin.

"But is this the end?" cried little Joan.

"Why not?" said Martin. "The lovers are united."

Joscelyn: Nonsense! Of course it is not the end! You must tell us a
thousand other things. Why was the Woman a woman on Saturday night
and a lad all the rest of the week?

Joyce: What of the four jewels?

Jennifer: Which of the answers to the King's riddle was the right
one?

Jessica: What happened to the cake?

Jane: What was her name?

"Please," said little Joan, "do not let this be the end, but tell us
what they did next."