Faster and faster they went, advancing, retreating, bending clumsily, then wavering, toppling, reeling, like giants well drunk.

A great stone fell into the sea with a splash, as if dislodged by a giant foot.

As though that signalled the cockcrow of their glee, the dancers stopped in listening attitudes, and sank back into rocks once more.
Sisily turned her eyes weakly from the slumbering rocks to the hills.

The light of a coming moon behind them showed the outline of the granite pillars and stone altars of the Druids, where they had once sought to appease their savage gods, like the Israelites of old.

Sisily had often meditated by these places of sacrifice, trying to picture the scene.