"It seems that I stay," said Noie.
"Yes," answered Rachel. "I am very glad; also if any evil comes of it we are not to blame, the wind is to blame."
"Yes, Lady, but what makes the wind to blow?"
Again Rachel shrugged her shoulders, and asked a question in her turn.
"Whither has that hair of mine been borne, Noie?"
"I do not know, Lady. Perhaps my father's spirit took it for his own ends. I think so. I think it went northwards. At any rate when mine fell, it was snatched away, was it not? And yet they both floated up together. I think that one day you will follow that hair of yours, Lady, follow it to the land where great trees whisper secrets to the night."