THE SECRET
(Could it be that they believed Peter Minuit’s glass baubles possessed the same worth as the Alven’ s Treasure-Stone?) For slow centuries, the exotic Dracs and Fadas from the Riviera had sported and dozed on the beaches of newfound Florida. Perhaps the metal- clashing landfall of the Conquistadores took them by surprise, and they fled without taking time to disenchant their Fountain of Youth …. Can you imagine the host of Fair People in flight across the wide, wild continent, scuttling inland like crabs from the rising tide, dashing like foxes before an inexorable pack of hounds? Can you picture Yo-Rib and his companions standing, at length, in a few small, heartbroken bands, their backs to the Pacific, as the sky darkens with the oncoming smoke of trains, and trade, and towns until the last of the Fair People vanish from the New World, as they had from the Old? No. Of course not. Eagles and cougars and buf- falo may die. Pawnee, Cheyenne, and Apache may die. Rivers and forests and mountains may die. But Fairies live on! The Fair People of the first Passage simply vanished from the eyes of Man into the environ- ment, determined to reside unseen in the safety of the great wilderness of the New World-mountain, desert, everglade, forest. With· these original emigres went the Fair Peo- ple’s treasure: the wonderstohes of their Litany, encased and protected in treasure casques fashioned by the Nordic Elves. These too would be hidden from the eyes of Man.