"One leg of the camp-stool is most rickety, so I warn you not to lean too hard on it.

Good night." Left alone, Ulyth sat down with extreme caution on the deficient camp-stool and surveyed the situation.

There were clouds across a waning moon, and it was fairly dark.

She could see the outlines of the tents in black masses behind her; in front the field lay dim and shadowy, with a mist creeping from the water.

Up above, to her right, against an indigo sky, the Great Bear was standing almost on its head, with its tail in the air.