Not only her face and her form, but the atmosphere around, were illumined by the effulgence of the diadem.
"Now," said she, "put thine arm around me for the first and last time.
Nay, thus; courage, and cling firm." As she spoke her form dilated, the vast wings expanded.

Clinging to her, I was borne aloft through the terrible chasm.

The starry light from her forehead shot around and before us through the darkness.

Brightly and steadfastly, and swiftly as an angel may soar heavenward with the soul it rescues from the grave, went the flight of the Gy, till I heard in the distance the hum of human voices, the sounds of human toil.

We halted on the flooring of one of the galleries of the mine, and beyond, in the vista, burned the dim, feeble lamps of the miners.