You call her now, as I did yesterday, standing by her grave--and she sends you her love.
"Do you hear, little one?
Peck away at the old man's finger; he knows you mean it kindly, and it does not hurt.

I was all alone out there, and Selene looked down on us in silence.

There was rioting and shouting all round, but I could hear the voice of our dead.

She was very near me, and her sad soul showed me that she still cared for me.

I had taken a jar of our best wine of Byblos under my cloak; as soon as I had poured oil on her gravestone and shed some of the noble liquor, the earth drank it up as though it were thirsty.