One November night, a woman, coming home late at the hour of the day, grew tired and sat

down to rest.

When a young man came up and talked to her, we hes a bit and you would see the most beautiful

dancing you ever looked on.

Here, by the side of the hill, she looked at him steadily.

Why are you so sad and dispeel as if you were dead?

Look well at me.

Do you not know me?

Yes, I know you now.

You were young breathing that was drowned last year without fishing.

What are you here for?

Look at the sides of the hill and you will see why I'm here.

She looked and saw a great company dancing to sweet music and among them all, the dead

who died as long as she could remember.

Men, women and children, all in white and their faces were pale as the moonlight.

Now run for your life, for it once the fairies bring you into the dance, you will never be

able to leave them anymore.

But while they were talking, the fairies came up and danced round her in a circle, joining

their hands.

And she felt the ground in a faint and no no more till she woke up in the morning in

her own bed at home.

And they all saw her face was pale as the dead and they knew that she had got the fairies

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