She was a very beautiful woman, unlike anyone I, Olaf, had ever seen.

Her shape was tall and slender, her eyes were large, dark and soft as a deer's, her features were small and straight, save the mouth, of which the lips were somewhat full.

The face, which was dark-hued, like her hair and eyes, was sad, but wore a sweet and haunting smile.

It was much such a face as that upon the statue of the goddess which we had found in the Wanderer's tomb, and the dress she wore beneath her cloak was like to the dress of the goddess.

She was speaking earnestly.
"My love, my only love," she said, "you must begone this very night; indeed, the boat awaits you that shall take you down the river to the sea.