"You must fetch me a bottle of Carasoyn," says she, haughtily."And what is that?" asks the boy Colin, pleased that he has won the favor of the Queen of the Fairies, even if by accident."Why, it's the kind of wine that makes people happy "The lonely Colin has grown up by his own wits -- and they have served him well so far But this Queen is out to fool the boy . . . and can even the best human wits suffice in such a contest?