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FAREWELL TO CAMELOT. 195
Lancelot, and the prizes ;
and I am the Qneen of Love
and Beantr, and am
"
to give them away
! cried Rhoda
in dismay ;
but even as she spoke she yielded, and stepped
into the chariot, which was instantly whirled np into
the air ;
and in another moment, Camelot, and the bright
Csk, and the lists, and the whole gay scene of which but
now Bhoda had formed a part, mingled together in one
glittering, restless mass, then grew vague and indistinct,
and at last was hidden beneath the low clouds scudding
between the chariot and the moon's surface. The Chimney-Elf
wrapped himself closely and sullenly in a great
gray mantle, or perhaps it was nothing but a smokewreath
somewhat denser than common ;
the fairy gave
all her attention to the griffins ; Khoda, with her eyes full
of tears and her head bent upon her hand, was musing
over the scenes she had just left, wondering if she never
again should see the friends she had already learnt to
love, when the chariot touched the ground with a shock
that at once aroused her. Raising her dim eyes, she saw
that they had reached the sea-shore, and that at the head
of the wide gold-sanded beach stood a building whose
many windows, tall chimneys, and whirling noises reminded
the little girl of the factory buildings she had
once been to visit in LowelL The fairy's
first words
confirmed the idea :
" I have to go in here to order a quantity of glasses
for his Majesty of lalliput," said she. " After that 1
will take you round by the cloud-palaces, and so to the