Let me lead you to her." Elfreda crooked an inviting arm.
With a joyful giggle Sara rose.

Accepting the proffered guidance to the seat of the all-wise Amarna, she proceeded to hustle her amiable conductor over the grass toward the grotto at a most indecorous rate of speed, born of her ardent determination to test the mettle of the Seeress of the Seven Veils.
"Go ahead." Releasing Sara's arm, Elfreda gave her a gentle shove toward the grotto and retired into a discreet patch of darkness to chuckle unobserved.
"Stand where you are.

I am Amarna," piped a thin, reedy voice.

Sara obediently came to a halt in the opening to the grotto and faced a black-draped dais on which the illustrious prophetess reposed.

In the chastened yellow glow, cast by an enormous lantern hung directly over where she now paused, Sara was plainly visible to the uncanny figure on its perch.