They sprang up and clung to me, with incoherent cries, as I entered.

My old friends came flocking round me.

A gray light shone on the roof of the hall.

It was the light of the dawn shining through the square window of my tower.
More earnestly than ever, I longed for freedom after this dream; more drearily than ever, crept on the next wretched day.

I measured by the sunbeams, caught through the little window in the trap of my tower, how it went by, waiting only for the dreams of the night.
About noon, I started as if something foreign to all my senses and all my experience, had suddenly invaded me; yet it was only the voice of a woman singing.