It would seem beautiful beyond anything that night had shown to you, yet you would tremble and your heart beat fast at that strange sight; you would wish to fly to those who might be able to tell you its meaning, and whether the sweet things it prophesied would ever really come.

That is why you wished to find your people, and came to Riolama to seek them; and when you knew--when I cruelly told you--that they would never be found, then you imagined that that strange feeling in your heart must remain a secret for ever, and you could not endure the thought of your loneliness.

If you had not fainted so quickly, then I should have told you what I must tell you now.

They are lost, Rima--your people--but I am with you, and know what you feel, even if you have no words to tell it.

But what need of words?
It shines in your eyes, it burns like a flame in your face; I can feel it in your hands.