The rock whence he had issued was completely invisible.

He looked around again and again, but only to bewilder himself yet more.
"The way looks more dreary than it is.

Keep to the left: though it seems the less trodden path thou wilt find there a shelter for the night, and to-morrow's sun will soon guide thee to a frontier town; thy road will be easy then.

Night is falling so fast now, thou hadst best not linger, Arthur." But he did linger, till once more he had drawn from her a confession of her love, that none other could take his place, even while she conjured him never to seek her again--and so they parted.

Five minutes more, and there was not a vestige of a human form on the wide-extended plain..