A slumberous weariness, a dreamy pleasure stole over me, and then I knew nothing.
All at once I came to myself.

The moon was a little way above the horizon, but spread no radiance; she was but a bright thing set in blackness.

My cheek smarted; I put my hand to it, and found a wet spot.
My neck ached: there again was a wet spot! I sighed heavily, and felt very tired.

I turned my eyes listlessly around me--and saw what had become of the light of the moon: it was gathered about the lady! she stood in a shimmering nimbus! I rose and staggered toward her.
"Down!" she cried imperiously, as to a rebellious dog.

"Follow me a step if you dare!" "I will!" I murmured, with an agonised effort.
"Set foot within the gates of my city, and my people will stone you: they do not love beggars!" I was deaf to her words.