Ruth moaned--her body bent upright, swayed rigidly.

Her eyes opened; they stared through us as though upon some dreadful vision; and strangely was it as though she were seeing with another's eyes, were reflecting another's sufferings.
The globes at her feet and at her head swirled out, clustering against the third sphere--three weird shapes in silent consultation.

On Ventnor's face I saw pity--and a vast relief.

With shocked amaze I realized that Ruth's agony--for in agony she clearly was--was calling forth in him elation.

He spoke--and I knew why.
"Norhala!" he whispered.