No carriage rolled along the center, no footfarer walked on the side.

Not a light shone from window or door, save what they gave back of the yellow light of the moon.

She was lost--lost utterly, with an eternal loss.

She knew nothing of the place, had nowhere to go, nowhere she wanted to go, had not a thought to tell her what question to ask, if she met a living soul.

But living soul there could be none to meet.