"Mother? Tell me the story of how you met Father."

Once upon a time—

"Mommy! Even you aren't THAT old."

What a charmer you are. Three years ago—

"I'm three years old! That's this many fingers!"

That's correct! What a smart little girl you are. Three years ago, I went to the Carterhaugh Wood. I had been warned not to venture there, but I was young and headstrong, the way you are, my darling, and my father—your grandfather—was the Earl, and therefore I felt I had the right to go where ever I pleased.

"What was the warning?"

The legend has it that a fae by the name of Tamlane lived in the Wood, and he would demand a toll from anyone who wishes to visit.

"Tamlane is Father's name!"

Yes, it is. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Now, I was standing at the edge of the woods, and I could have turned back and gone home, or continued into the woods.

"You didn't turn back!"

You're right, my love. I didn't. If I'd gone home, I never would have met your father, and you wouldn't be here.

As you well know, I chose to enter the woods. I found a white horse there, underneath a rose tree. I was overcome by how beautiful the flowers were, and I reached up to pick one.

I had barely plucked a single rose when a handsome young man suddenly appeared under the tree. He was about a foot taller than me and impossibly slender.

"Father!"

Yes, sweetheart. So this man shows up, and he exclaims, "Lady, let it alone! How dare you pluck my rose? How dare you break my tree? How dare you come to my forest without my permission?"

"What did you do?"

Well, I thought about apologizing to him for trespassing. But I also very badly wanted to stand up to him, to inform him that those woods belonged to ME, not to him.

But I was nervous and alone in the wood with a strange man, so I stammered an apology. The young man smiled broadly. "Madam," he said, "in exchange for a kiss, I would allow you to take all the roses you wish." I blushed, but I allowed him to kiss me. We spent the rest of the afternoon together, as he, uh, showed me around the forest. Eventually I fell asleep in his arms.

"How romantic!"

Yes. Yes, it was. Except that when I woke up, he was gone and the wood had grown dark. I took as many roses as I could carry in my skirt and ran home.

Of course I chose to argue with him! "This forest is mine," I said. "My father gave it to me. I will pluck all the flowers I wish, and I will come and go without anyone's permission."

The young man grabbed me, pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply. Now, I was certainly surprised, but I knew in my heart that he was kind and good, and he was very, very handsome. So I kissed him back.

"Ewwwww."

Haha, yes, my darling. One day you will change your mind. Anyway, we spent the afternoon together, and we became so tired that we fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone and the wood has grown dark. I took my rose and ran home.

Three months passed. I hadn't been feeling very well. Finally one of my serving maids informed me that I must be with child. She asked about the father.

Now, because at the time, you father was a fairy, I wasn't certain what to do. Sensing my anxiety, she suggested an herb that I could find in the woods that would—how shall I put this—end the pregnancy. I am ashamed to tell you this, but I was so young and so scared, that I leapt out of bed and went immediately to seek out that herb.

"It's ok, mommy. I'm still here."

Yes, my beautiful treasure. You are. And I am so grateful for that. So I went back to the wood where I could have picked the bitter herb or plucked another rose in the hopes of summoning the young man again.

I went back to the wood, and I plucked another rose. The young man reappeared. I explained that if only he were mortal, I would marry him and keep the child. He assured me that he was, in fact, quite human, and he told me his story.

I went back to the wood, and I picked the bitter herb. I had barely picked a single leaf when the young man reappeared.

"My darling," he cried, "I plead with you. Please do not take that herb. Please do not harm yourself or my child. Why would you wish to do such a thing?"

I responded that if only he were mortal, I would happily marry him and keep the child. But I would be in so much trouble otherwise.

He assured me that he was, in fact, quite human, and he told me his story.

"My name is Tamlane, and I am the son of an earl."

"No! Do it in Daddy's voice."

Yes, sweetheart. Ahem.

"I went hunting one night--how's that?--and I became very drowsy and fell off my horse. It was the Queen of the Fairies who caught me, and I have lived with her ever since. I am both her companion and her prisoner. Oh, don't look so horrified", he told me. "It's actually quite lovely.

"I know neither sickness nor pain. I will never grow old. I can change shape, become as large as an elephant or as small as an ant. I have never before desired to be mortal again. But tonight is Samhain, and every seven years, the faeries must offer one of their own to the devil in exchange for their continued safety. As I am so young and handsome--oh, and he was handsome--I fear that I will be the one sacrificed tonight. You must save me, my love.

"Tonight, the fairy court will travel across the land. You must wait for us at midnight at the bridge. You must take hold of me and hold tight to me, no matter what. No matter what, Margaret. Promise me this."

I promised him. He kissed me and vanished. I ran home as fast as I could.

Oh, you've fallen asleep. Perhaps I will finish my tale tomorrow—

"No, Mother. Please tell me now. What happened?"

Well, I went home, and the clock struck midnight. It was time to save your father.

I rushed to the bridge and waited near the river. Three horses passed by, a black horse, a brown horse and a white horse. I was told to pull one of them down, but how was I to know which one he was?

I threw my arms around the neck of the white horse and ripped off the bridle. Thunder roared across the sky, and the stars burned as brightly as day, and the Queen of the Faeries shouted angrily at us. "Young Tamlane is away!" she cried. "Young Tamlane is away!" And then she turned the horse into a big, black, hissing snake.

The snake tried to bite me, but I held it tightly and feared it not, because I knew it was my own true love.

The snake became a vicious, barking dog, but I held it tightly and feared it not, because I knew it was the father of my child.

The dog became a white hot bar of iron. It burned me greatly, and I was unable to hold on any longer.

"Oh no! What happened?"

I threw the bar of iron into the river. It had barely made a splash before it transformed into a naked man. This was your father, and he was even more handsome than he had been in his fae form. He shivered in the water, but grinned at me despite the chill. I pulled him from the water and wrapped my cloak around him and hugged him tightly.

"We've won, Tamlane," I cried. "We've won!"

The Queen of the Fairies was very angry. "Tamlane," she told your father, "I should have ripped out your eyes and replaced them with two eyes of wood. I should have ripped out your heart and replaced it with a heart of cold stone. You were mine, and now you have been stolen from me." But she did nothing to prevent us from leaving.

"Did she really say all that?"

Of course she did! Well, most of it anyway. In any case, I brought your father home to meet your grandparents, and we were married the next morning.

Did you enjoy that story, sweetheart?

Oh, you've fallen asleep again. Goodnight, Rose.

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