There she hung a couple of skins, arranging them
carefully so that no bee might enter. Coming back to Cunora, she
brought her voice nearly to a whisper:
"Cunora, I have had a wonderful dream! Ye must believe me when I say
that it were more than a mere dream; 'twere a message from the great
god, Mownoth, or I be mad!"
"Rolla!" The girl was more anxious than frightened now. "Ye speak
wildly! Quiet thyself, and tell what thou didst see!
"It were not easy to describe," said Rolla, getting herself under
control. "I dreamed that a man, very pale of face and most curiously
clad, did approach me while I was at work. He smiled and spake
kindly, in a language I could not understand; but I know he meant
full well.
"This be the curious thing, Cunora: He picked up a handful of leaves
from the ground and laid them on the trough at my side. Then, from
some place in his garments he produced a tiny stick of white wood,
with a tip made of some dark-red material. This he held before mine
eyes, in the dream; and then spake very reassuringly, as though
bidding me not to be afraid.
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