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“I am Snowroba, the daughter of the great King Jack-frost”, she said.

“I love you as I never loved any one. Will you marry me? I am the King of the Wonder-workers. I will make you the Queen.”

“No”, said she, “I cannot marry you, for it is written that if one of my people marry one of your people, she will sink down and die in a day.”

Then El Sol was very sad. But he said, “May I not see you again?”

“Yes”, she answered, “I will meet you here in the morning, for it is pleasant to look on your beauty”, and her voice tinkled sweetly.

So she met him in the morning, and again on the third morning. He loved her madly now, and though she held back, he seized her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.

Then her arms fell weakly to her sides, and her eyes half closed as she said: “I know now that the old writing spake truth. I love you, I love you, my love; but you have killed me.”

And she sank down, a limp white form, on the leafy ground.

El Sol was wild with grief. He tried to revive her, to bring her back.

She only whispered, “Good-bye, my love. I am going fast. You will see me no more, but come to this place a year from now. It may be Maka Ina will be kind, and will send you a little one that is yours and mine.”

Her white body melted away, as he bent over it and wept.

He came back every morning, but saw Snowroba no more. One year from that day, as he lingered sadly over the sacred spot, he saw a new and wonderful flower come forth. Its bloom was of the tenderest violet blue, and it was full of expression. As he gazed, he saw those eyes again; the scalding ..text continues