"For--that?
But why ?" She looked at Chiu-Ming--and I knew that to her the sight of the crumpled form carried no recognition of the human, nothing of kin to her.

There was a faint wonder in her eyes, no longer light-filled, when at last she turned back to us.

Long she considered us.
"Now," she broke the silence, "now something stirs within me that it seems has long been sleeping.

It bids me take you with me.

Come!" Abruptly she turned from us, glided to the crevice.