Light flowed upon her, the light of the moon which hung in a clear sky like some great lamp of gold.

By it she saw that, robed all in white, she lay upon a couch in a pavilion, whereof the silken curtains were drawn back in front, and tied to gilded posts.

At her side, wrapped in a grey robe, lay another figure, which she knew for Asti.

It was still, so still that she was sure it must be dead, yet she knew that this was Asti.

Perchance Asti dreamed also, and could hear in her dreams; at least, she would speak to her.
"Asti," she whispered, "Asti, can you hear me ?" The grey figure at her side stirred, and the head turned towards her.
Then the voice of Asti, none other, answered: "Aye, Lady, I hear and see.