It is our task to find the soul of the people.

And I have come to you for your aid." Tallente looked for a moment down to the bay and listened to the sound of the incoming tide breaking upon the rocks.

Dimmer now, but even more majestic in the twilight, the great, immovable cliffs towered up to the sky.

An owl floated up from the grove of trees beneath and with a strange cry circled round for a moment to drop on to the lawn, a shapeless, solemn mass of feathers.

At the back of the hills a little rim of gold, no wider than a wedding ring, announced the rising of the moon.