"I must rest," she said, and went back to the trees and sat on a boulder. Opposite, the pale glow in the east shot up into the sky; as it rose it became thinner and diffused. Slowly the waning moon came up over the ridge of a distant hill, whose top was brought out by the light behind it, as a well-defined black line against the sky. Vast shadows swept along and filled the narrow vales--dark as the abyss of space; the slopes that faced eastwards shone with a faint grey. The distorted gibbous disk lifted itself above the edge--red as ruddle and enlarged by the refraction: a giant coppery moon, weird and magical. The forked branches of a tree on the hill stretched upwards across it, like the black arms of some gibbering demon. "Look round once more," he said, as the disk cleared the ridge. "Perhaps you may recognise some landmark, and I will run and bring assistance." "And leave me here alone!" reproachfully. "No, I will never leave you." There was an intense pleasure in feeling how thoroughly she relied upon him. They went outside the copse and looked round. The dim moonlight was even more indefinite than the former mist and starlight. She saw nothing but hills, grey where the moonbeams touched them, black elsewhere; great cavernous coombes; behind them a shadowy plain. Here and there a hawthorn bush, fantastic in the faint light. It seemed as if a lengthened gaze might perhaps distinguish strange shapes flickering to and fro in the mystic waste. "I see nothing but hills," she said. "I do not like to look; let us go back to the trees." She sat down again on the sunken boulder, where only a part of the space around and its spectral shadows was visible. "I feel so sleepy," she said. Doubtless the warmth made her drowsy as well as weariness. "I think I shall lie down." She sat on the sward and leaned against the stone; Geoffrey felt the short grass, it was perfectly dry. "If only I had something to wrap round you!" he said. "How foolish I have been! Mr Fisher's rug that was strapped on my horse would have been the very thing! I am so angry with myself--I ought to have thought of it." "But how could you anticipate?" "At least, wrap your handkerchief about your neck." "I do not want it; it is too warm. But I will, as you wish me to." An idea suddenly occurred to him; he went on his knees and crawled right under the table-stone of the dolmen--into the tomb. She watched him with a sleepy horror of the place. In a minute he emerged triumphant. "I have found it--this is it. It is a house built on purpose for you." "Oh, I hope not," shuddering; "though, of course, we must all die." "Why--what do you mean?" "That is a tomb." "A tomb!" laughing; "oh, yes, perhaps it was once, two thousand years ago, before Pisces became Aries." "I do not understand," petulantly. "Do let me sleep." "I mean before the precession of the equinoxes had changed the position of the stars; it was so very long ago--"