Then after a while, she stopped and listened: for she heard among the
trees steps, as of one coming in her direction. And her heart beat
violently, as if to say: Let me abandon thy body, and so escape the
danger coming on thee. So she hid herself in a hollow tree, and
peeped out in terror. And suddenly, strange! there in the dim
twilight she saw her husband coming towards her, looking just as he
did, when she left him in the palace at Indirálayá. And instantly
she ran towards him, overcome by emotion and great surprise, and
caught him in her arms, exclaiming: At last, at last, I have found
thee again. And she wept aloud, and forgot in that moment all her
sorrow; and she looked at him, and laughed for joy, and closed her
eyes, as if, like the sun, the sight of him dimmed and overcame the
faculty of vision. Then after a while, she opened them again, and
started and shrieked, and her blood became ice, and her heart
stopped. For he that held her in his arms was not her husband, but a
hairy thing with hideous eyes, that resembled an incarnation of the
brute in human shape; and it fastened those fearful eyes upon her
own, and laughed and whined and panted like a beast with hot quick
breath into her face. Then her senses abandoned her, like cowards,
and she sank down to the earth in a swoon.
And when at length she revived, she looked, and saw that the sun was
declining in the western quarter. But the moon had not yet risen,
for it was the beginning of the dark half of the month. Then all at
once memory came back to her, and she shook with agitation. And she
said to herself: Was it a reality, or was it only an evil dream?
Surely it was but a dream; for I am very weak and tired. And even
now I cannot tell, whether I wake or sleep.
So she sat with her eyes closed; fearing to open them, lest she
should see she knew not what among the shadows of the trees. And
then the waning moon rose, and poured through the interstices of the
leaves beams faint and pallid, as if sharing her own terror. And at
last, unable to endure any longer the silence and the solitude, she
rose up and began to move slowly, with hesitating steps, through the
dark wood, not knowing where to go, yet not daring to stay where she
was.
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