We could see a figure steal from patch to patch of moonlight, and even hear the soft fall of sandalled feet.
Another second and I saw the black silhouette of the old Zulu raise its arm in mute salute, and Nyleptha was before us.
Oh, how beautiful she looked as she paused a moment just within the circle of the moonlight! Her hand was pressed upon her heart, and her white bosom heaved beneath it.

Round her head a broidered scarf was loosely thrown, partially shadowing the perfect face, and thus rendering it even more lovely; for beauty, dependent as it is to a certain extent upon the imagination, is never so beautiful as when it is half hid.

There she stood radiant but half doubting, stately and yet so sweet.

It was but a moment, but I then and there fell in love with her myself, and have remained so to this hour; for, indeed, she looked more like an angel out of heaven than a loving, passionate, mortal woman.

Low we bowed before her, and then she spoke.
'I have come,' she whispered, 'but it was at great risk.