coming down the stream." So the miller hastened to the dam and stopped
the heavy cruel mill-wheels. And then they took out the princess and
laid her on the bank.

Fair and beautiful she looked as she lay there. In her golden hair
were pearls and precious stones; you could not see her waist for her
golden girdle; and the golden fringe of her white dress came down over
her lily feet. But she was drowned, drowned!

And as she lay there in her beauty a famous harper passed by the mill-
dam of Binnorie, and saw her sweet pale face. And though he travelled
on far away he never forgot that face, and after many days he came
back to the bonny mill-stream of Binnorie. But then all he could find
of her where they had put her to rest were her bones and her golden
hair. So he made a harp out of her breast-bone and her hair, and
travelled on up the hill from the mill-dam of Binnorie, till he came
to the castle of the king her father.

That night they were all gathered in the castle hall to hear the great
harper--king and queen, their daughter and son, Sir William and all
their Court. And first the harper sang to his old harp, making them
joy and be glad or sorrow and weep just as he liked. But while he sang
he put the harp he had made that day on a stone in the hall. And
presently it began to sing by itself, low and clear, and the harper
stopped and all were hushed.

And this was what the harp sung:

"O yonder sits my father, the king,
Binnorie, O Binnorie;