She continued to advance until she was within arm's reach of him: then she paused, and gazed steadfastly in his face.
He was the first human being, save Kamaiakan, that she had seen since her eyes closed upon the world of Tenochtitlan, three hundred years before.
The young man looked upon her with manifest surprise.

It was too dark to distinguish anything clearly, but it did not take him long to surmise that the figure was that of a woman, and her countenance, though changed in aspect by the head-dress she were, yet had features which, he knew, he had seen before.

But could it be Miriam Trednoke who was abroad at such an hour and in such a costume?
He did not recognize the Golden Fleece, but it was evident enough that she was clad as women are not.
Before he could think of anything to say to her, she smiled, and uttered some words in a soft, flowing language with which he was entirely unacquainted.

The next moment she had glided past him, and was out of sight round the curve of the path, leaving him in a state of perplexity not altogether gratifying.
"What the deuce can it mean ?" he muttered to himself.

"I can't be mistaken about its being Miriam.