Wonder had turned to fear, though why this multitude of warriors should fear a lovely white girl and a black dwarf was not apparent.
For a moment the ill-assorted pair stood together on the rock; then Juanna leapt to the plain, Otter following her.

For twenty yards or so she walked in silence, holding the dwarf by the hand; then suddenly she burst into singing wild and sweet.

This was the refrain of the sacred song which she sang in the ancient language of the People of the Mist, the tongue that Soa had taught her as a child: "I do but sleep.
Have ye wept for me awhile?
Hush! I did but sleep.
I shall awake, my people! I am not dead, nor can I ever die.
See, I have but slept! See, I come again, made beautiful! Have ye not seen me in the faces of the children?
Have ye not heard me in the voices of the children?
Look on me now, the sleeper arisen; Look on me, who wandered, whose name is the Dawning! Why have ye mourned me, the sleeper awakened ?" Thus she sang, ever more sweetly and louder, till her voice rang through the still air like the song of a bird in winter.

Hushed were the companies of the Great Men as she drew towards them with slow gliding steps--hushed with fear and wonder, as though her presence awoke a memory or fulfilled a promise.
Now she was in front of their foremost rank, and, halting there, was silent for a moment.

Then she changed her song.
"Will ye not greet me, children of my children?
Have ye forgotten the promise of the dead?
Shall I return to the dream-land whence I wander?
Will ye refuse me, the Mother of the Snake ?" The soldiers looked upon one another and murmured each to each.