He felt that after all our doom was now at hand, and yet, held in the grip of nightmare, if nightmare it were, he was quite unable to stir or even to cry out to wake and warn me.
Now followed the marvel of this vision.

Giving tongue as they came, half swimming and half plunging, the hounds drew near to the island where we slept.

Then, suddenly Leo saw that we were no longer alone.

In front of us, on the brink of the water, stood the figure of a woman clad in some dark garment.

He could not describe her face or appearance, for her back was towards him.
All he knew was that she stood there, like a guard, holding some object in her raised hand, and that suddenly the advancing hounds caught sight of her.