Ah, the tree was reached at last; compared with the heat outside, the shade of its dense foliage seemed like the dusk and cool of a vault.

I remember thinking that it was a good place to die in.

Then I remember no more.
I woke with a feeling as though the blessed rain were falling on my face and head.

Slowly, and with great difficulty, I opened my eyes, then shut them again, having seen a vision.

For a space I lay thus, while the rain continued to fall; I saw now that I must be asleep, or off my head with thirst and fever.