Even then I noticed how stately and beautiful she was.

Now she seemed to awake and, glancing at the robes that clung to her splendid shape, said something to her companion, then turned and ran towards the cliff.
As we lay before him, utterly exhausted, the old man, who had risen, contemplated us solemnly with his dim eyes.

He spoke, but we did not understand.

Again he tried another language and without success.

A third time and our ears were opened, for the tongue he used was Greek; yes, there in Central Asia he addressed us in Greek, not very pure, it is true, but still Greek.
"Are you wizards," he said, "that you have lived to reach this land ?" "Nay," I answered in the same tongue, though in broken words--since of Greek I had thought little for many a year--"for then we should have come otherwise," and I pointed to our hurts and the precipice behind us.
"They know the ancient speech; it is as we were told from the Mountain," he muttered to himself.