THE SPELL He came to me buttoning up his coat and I greeted him with lowered eyes. When I held out my open hand he laid within it his clenched fist. Then he sat down upon the settle and beside him was a lighted candle. And I sat down upon the settle and beside me was a bowl of water. He told me of his daily work and I wrote it down beneath my thighs. Then he brought forth a golden ring and this he glissed onto my finger. And when we set our lips together he opened my teeth with the top of his tongue. Then gently I lifted my bowl of water and he took up his lighted candle, and spelling words over bowl and flame, dowsed his candle in the water.