"Oh, no, it is not possible!" and the girl's eyes grew wild with terror--"He cannot be safe!--he is destroying himself! I have followed him every step of the way--I have watched him,--oh!--so long!--and he came out of the hut this morning--I was hidden among the trees--he could not see me--" she broke off, and a violent trembling shook her whole body. Morgana tried to calm her into silence, but she went on rambling incoherently. "There was something he carried as though it was precious to him--something that glittered like gold,--and he went away quickly--quickly to the canyon,--I followed him like a dog, crawling through the brushwood--I followed him across the deep water--to the cave where it was all dark--black as midnight!" She paused--then suddenly flung her arms round Morgana crying--"Oh, hold me!--hold me!--I am in this darkness trying to find him!--there!--there!--he turns and sees me by the light of a lamp he carries; he knows I have followed him, and he is angry! Oh, dear God, he is angry--he raises his arm to strike me!" She uttered a smothered shriek, and clung to Morgana in a kind of frenzy. "No mercy, no pity! That thing that glitters in his hand--it frightens me--what is it? I kneel to him on the cold stones--I pray him to forgive me--to come with me--but his arm is still raised to strike--he does not care--!" Here a pale horror blanched her features--she drew herself away from Morgana's hold and put out her hands with the instinctive gesture of one who tries to escape falling from some great height. Morgana, alarmed at her looks, caught her again in her arms and held her tenderly, whereat a faint smile hovered on her lips and her distraught movements ceased. "What is this?"--she asked--then murmured--"My little white lady, how did you come here? How could you cross the flood?--unless on wings? Ah!--you are a fairy and you can do all you wish to do--but you cannot save HIM!--it is too late! He will not save himself--and he does not care,--he does not care--neither for me nor you!" She drooped her head against Morgana's shoulder and her eyes closed in utter exhaustion. Morgana laid her back gently on her pillows, and pouring a few drops of the cordial she had used before, and of which she had the sole secret, into a wineglassful of water, held it to her lips. She drank it obediently, evidently conscious now that she was being cared for. But she was still restless, and presently she sat up in a listening attitude, one hand uplifted. "Listen!" she said in a low, awed tone--"Thunder! Do you hear it? God speaks!" She lay down again passively and was silent for a long time. The hours passed and the day grew into late afternoon, and Morgana, patiently watchful, thought she slept. All suddenly she sprang up, wide-eyed and alert. "What was that?" she cried--"I heard him call!" Morgana, startled by her swift movement, stood transfixed--listening. The deep tones of a man's voice rang out loudly and defiantly--