And some sort of control was being put on her.

She could not know.

She could only watch the brilliant little discs of the daisies veering slowly in travel on the dark, lustrous water.

The little flotilla was drifting into the light, a company of white specks in the distance.
'Do let us go to the shore, to follow them,' she said, afraid of being any longer imprisoned on the island.

And they pushed off in the punt.
She was glad to be on the free land again.