She saw that she was lying on the great slab of basalt which overhung the Moon Rock.

She could hear the beat of the sea far beneath her, but she felt no fear.

She was not conscious of her body or limbs--of nothing but a burning brain, and wide-open eyes which gazed out into the darkness and stillness around her.
As she looked it seemed to her startled imagination that the masses of rocks which littered the edge of the cliff moved closer to each other, starting out of the shadows into monstrous grotesque life, then circling round her in a strange and dizzy whirl.

It was as though the old Cornish giants had come back to life for a corybantic dance with the demirips of their race--dancing to the music of the sea sucking and gurgling into the caves at the base of the cliffs.

With swimming eyes Sisily watched them careering and pirouetting around her.