Her sixty years had slipped from her.

She looked like some ancient priestess of Odin.
"She stood there, her eyes wide, brilliant, staring.

She thrust her head forward toward Nan-Tauach, regarding the moving lights; she listened.

Suddenly she raised her arms and made a curious gesture to the moon.

It was--an archaic--movement; she seemed to drag it from remote antiquity--yet in it was a strange suggestion of power, Twice she repeated this gesture and--the tinklings died away! She turned to us.
"'Go!' she said, and her voice seemed to come from far distances.