Almah could see better than I in the darkness; but she was far from seeing well, and did not move with that easy step and perfect certainty which all the others showed.

Like me, she was a child of light, and the darkness was distressing to her.

As we went on we were seen by all, but were apparently not considered prisoners.

On the contrary, all looked at us with the deepest respect, and bowed low or moved aside, and occasionally made little offerings of fruit or flowers to one or the other of us.

It seemed to me that we were treated with equal distinction; and if Almah was their queen, I, their guest, was regarded with equal honor.