And _he_--did he not dream of me sometime-- ?" she asked wistfully.
"He did." I said, "and watched for you." Then amazement grew vocal.
"But how came you ?" I asked.
"By a strange road," she whispered, "to see that all was well with _him_--and to look into his heart; for I feared Yolara and her beauty.
But I saw that she was not in his heart." A blush burned over her, turning even the little bare breast rosy.

"It is a strange road," she went on hurriedly.

"Many times have I followed it and watched the Shining One bear back its prey to the blue pool; seen the woman _he_ seeks"-- she made a quick gesture toward Olaf--"and a babe cast from her arms in the last pang of her mother love; seen another woman throw herself into the Shining One's embrace to save a man she loved; and I could not help!" Her voice grew deep, thrilled.

"The friend, it comes to me, who drew you here, Goodwin!" She was silent, walking as one who sees visions and listens to voices unheard by others, Rador made a warning gesture; I crowded back my questions, glanced about me.

We were passing over a smooth strand, hard packed as some beach of long-thrust-back ocean.