• A Poet sang of two sisters who lived near a glen where a company of elves held a nightly market, offering plump pears and plums, blossomy peaches and silvered grapes. Although this market was usually invisible, the sisters glimpsed it one night. The elder sister fled, but the younger girl lingered. The fairies beckoned her greedily, and in exchange for a lock of her hair they gave her all the sweet fruit she could eat.
    Drunk with juices, she reeled home at last, now stricken with longing for the preety poison. Night after night she went to the glen, but the market had disappeared. And so she wasted away, tortured by her craving.
    When it became clear that the girl was dying, the elder sister acted. She went alone to the glen. Sensing a fresh victim, the fairies displayed their seductive wares, but these they would sell only on the condition that she eat with them. Having no wish for the fairy affliction, the maiden refused. The elves danced with rage. In a moment they surrounded her, pinching and biting, clawing and screeching. They crushed their fruit against her face to force her to eat, but the girl stood firm, lips tightly closed while her cheeks were smeared with juices.
    Dawn came at last, and with it surcease. The fairies disappeared, chittering angrily. The girl made her way home to her ailing sister and commanded a kiss. That kiss gave the younger girl a taste of the juices that syruped her sister's face. Her longing was satisfied - and the second taste cured it. She began to bloom anew.
    So the sisters lived happily for many years. But neither ventured near that glen again.