But the only reply, was the rustling of branches, as some one, invisible, fled down the valley beyond.

Soon after, a stone rolled inward, and Aleema the priest stood before her; saying that the voice she had heard was his.

But it was not.
At last the weary days grew, longer and longer, and the maiden pined for companionship.

When the breeze blew not, but slept in the caves of the mountains, and all the leaves of the trees stood motionless as tears in the eye, Yillah would sadden, and call upon the spirits in her soul to awaken.

She sang low airs, she thought she had heard in Oroolia; but started affrighted, as from dingles and dells, came back to her strains more wild than hers.