I stood by the altar and Freydisa crouched herself before the image, her forehead laid upon its feet, and muttered runes.
After a while she grew silent, and fear took hold of me.

The place was large, and the feeble light of the lamp scarcely reached to the arched roof; all about me were great formless shadows.

I felt that there were two worlds, one of the flesh and one of the spirit, and that I stood between the two.

Freydisa seemed to go to sleep; I could no longer hear her breathing.

Then she sighed heavily and turned her head, and by the light of the lamp I noted that her face was white and ghastly.
"What do you seek ?" her lips asked, for I saw them moving.