she turned upon the step and tripped into the yard, the Scots lords said aloud: 

  “Forsooth!  May Margret’s grace
   Surpasses all that we have met, she has so fair a face!”

Now the new Queen overheard this, and she stamped her foot and her face flushed with anger as she turned her about and called: 

  “You might have excepted me,
   But I will bring May Margret to a Laidly Worm’s degree;
   I’ll bring her low as a Laidly Worm
   That warps about a stone,
   And not till the Childe of Wynde come back
   Will the witching be undone.”

Well! hearing this May Margret laughed, not knowing that her new stepmother, for all her beauty, was a witch; and the laugh made the wicked woman still more angry.  So that same night she left her royal bed, and, returning to the lonely cave where she had ever done her magic, she cast Princess May Margret under a spell with charms three times three, and passes nine times nine.  And this was her spell: 

  “I weird ye to a Laidly Worm,
   And such sail ye ever be
   Until Childe Wynde the King’s dear son
   Comes home across the sea. 
   Until the world comes to an end
   Unspelled ye’ll never be,
   Unless Childe Wynde of his own free will
   Sail give you kisses three!”

So it came to pass that Princess May Margret went to her bed a beauteous maiden, full of grace, and rose next morning a Laidly Worm; for when her tire-women came to dress her they found coiled up in her bed an awesome dragon, which uncoiled itself and came towards them.  And when they ran away terrified, the Laidly Worm crawled and crept, and crept and crawled down to the sea till it reached the rock of the Spindlestone which is called the Heugh.  And there it curled itself round the stone, and lay basking in the sun.

Then for seven miles east and seven miles west and seven miles north and south the whole country-side knew the hunger of the Laidly Worm of Spindlestone Heugh, for it drove the awesome beast to leave its resting-place at night and devour everything it came across.

At last a wise warlock told the people that if they wished to be quit of these horrors, they must take every drop of the milk of seven white milch kine every morn and every eve to the trough of stone at the foot of the Heugh, for the Laidly Worm to drink.  And this they did, and after that the Laidly Worm troubled the country-side no longer; but lay warped about the Heugh, looking out to sea with its terrible snout in the air.

But the word of its doings had gone east and had gone west; it had even gone over the sea and had come to Childe Wynde’s ears; and the news of it angered him; for he thought perchance it had something to do with his beloved sister May Margret’s disappearance.  So he called his men-at-arms together and said: 

“We must sail to Bamborough and land by Spindlestone, so as to quell and kill this Laidly Worm.”