For an instant she was hidden behind their bulk; suddenly was upon them; drifted over them like some spirit of light; stood before us.
Her veils were again about her; golden girdle, sandals of gold and turquoise in their places.

Pearl white her body gleamed; no mark of lightning marred it.
She walked toward us, turned and faced the watching cubes.

She uttered no sound, but as at a signal the central cube slid forward, halted before her.

She rested a hand upon its edge.
"Ride with me," she said to Ruth.
"Norhala." Ventnor took a step forward.

"Norhala, we must go with her.
And this"-- he pointed to the pony--"must go with us." "I meant--you--to come," the faraway voice chimed, "but I had not thought of--that." A moment she considered; then turned to the six waiting cubes.