"
She turned her head and glanced at the radiance which lay upon the face
of the deep, then said as though to herself:
"The moon shines upon the sea and the sea mirrors back the moon, yet
they are far apart and never may draw near."
"Not so, O Quilla. Out of the sea does the moon rise and, her course
run, into the sea's white arms she sinks to sleep at last."
Again the red blood ran to her brow and her great eyes fell, those eyes
of which never before had I seen the like.
"It seems that they speak our tongue in the sea, and prettily," she
murmured, adding, "But is it not from and into Heaven that the Moon
rises and departs?"
At that moment to my grief our talk came to an end, for out of the
hut crept Kari. He rose to his feet and stood there as ever calm and
dignified, looking first at Quilla and then at me.
"What did I tell you, Master?" he said in English. "Did I not say that
prayers such as yours are answered? Lo! here is that Child of the Moon
for whom you sought, clothed in beauty and bringing her gifts of love
and woe."
"Yes," I exclaimed, "and I am glad that she is here.
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