as if her only support, her only hope, had gone.  The past came back to her, not like an ugly dream, but as a fearful reality threatening sure destruction.  Between her and the accusation which she felt certain had been fulminated against her before the council, there stood henceforth no one, and at the end of the mourning she expected to be dragged before the council at once and condemned to death!  And what sort of death?  Exposed to public wrath as a witch, bound and gagged, tied to a tree, with the rough bark lacerating her breast, and then beaten, beaten to a jelly, rib broken after rib, limb after limb, until the soul left the body’s wreck under the curses of bystanders.  Oh, if she could only die now a swift, an honourable death like that of her father!

If she could only have seen Shotaye!  She expected the cave-woman surely to come down to cheer her up.  She felt a longing for her friend, a desire to see her, to hear her voice.  But day after day ran on, night after night followed, and Shotaye did not come.  It did not surprise her that Shotaye did not appear on the first day, but on the evening of the second she began to tremble.  When the night of the third came, her apprehensions became distressing.  On the fourth, Shotaye must surely come; expectation, and finally disappointment, almost tortured to death the poor woman, for Shotaye came not.

Everything seemed to conspire to render her hopelessly miserable.  She lost sight of her surroundings, grew speechless, and almost devoid of feeling.  The others explained her state as one of profound and very natural grief, and let her alone.  But it was uncomfortable in the house when the mistress took no notice of anything, and did not even provide the most necessary things, not even drinking-water.  Therefore Zashue, as well as Okoya, preferred to go out of doors, there to await the termination of the disagreeable period of mourning at the end of which they confidently expected Say to return to her normal condition.

After he had separated from Mitsha, Okoya sauntered, without really knowing whither, up the gorge and down the northern side of the cultivated plots.  He gradually neared the cliffs, and found himself beyond the dwellings of the Water clan, and therefore beyond the uppermost caves that were inhabited.  The gorge, narrow and covered mostly with underbrush and pines, afforded to his sight but a single conspicuous object, and toward this he turned at once.

To his right lay some caves that had been long ago forsaken, and whose front wall had partly crumbled.  Below the short slope leading up to them are the traces of an old round estufa.  A plain concavity in the ground indicates its site to-day.  At the time when Okoya strolled about, the roofing alone was destroyed, and part of the interior was filled with blocks of stone that had tumbled from the cliffs, crushing the roof.  Okoya, from where he stood, had the interior of the ruin open before him, and he saw in it, partly sitting and partly reclining, the figure of his friend Hayoue.  It was a welcome discovery.