I dreamt of them before in Kendah Land, but then I was not myself, and for the most part they are forgotten.
Moreover, I learned that we can only see them all when we are together.
Now speak no more." This command, by the way, at once produced in me an intense desire for prolonged conversation.

It was not to be gratified, however, for at that moment she stood up again facing the tripod and me, and began to sing in a rich and thrilling voice.

What she sang I do not know for I could not understand the language, but I presume it was some ancient chant that she learned in Kendah Land.

At any rate, there she stood, a lovely and inspired priestess clad in her sacerdotal robes, and sang, waving her arms and fixing her eyes upon mine.

Presently she bent down, took a little of the _Taduki_ weed and with words of incantation, dropped it upon the embers in the bowl.