 Why, look you, amid all her cares and business, she rideth out with me in the overworld, many a time and oft, to accustom my eyes to the sunlight. And then I must go fully armed and with visor down, so that no man may see my face, and I must speak to no one, for she has found out, by art magical, that this would hinder my deliverance from the grievous enchantment I lie under.