She was alone on the cliffs, above the Moon Rock, and she could hear the sea hissing at its base.

But what else had she heard?
Had somebody called her name?
It was still very dark.

To the south the light of the Lizard stabbed the black sky with a white flaming finger as if seeking to pierce the darkness of eternity.

Nearer, the red light of the Wolf rock gleamed--a warning to passing souls flying southward from England to eternal bliss to fly high above the rock where the spirit dog lay howling in wait.

Had the cry come from there?
"Sisily! Sisily!" No.