Now stand you there, and look into this water while I pray our gods, the gods of my own country, to be gracious, and to show you what shall be your state at this same hour on the third night from now, which you say and hope shall be the night of your wedding.

Sing, my Daughter, sing that old and sacred song which I have taught you.

It will serve to while away the tedium of our waiting until the gods declare themselves, if such be their will." Then Asti knelt down by the pool, and bent her head, and stretched out her hands over the water, and Tua touched the strings of her harp and began to chant very solemnly in an unknown tongue.

The words of that chant were low and sweet, yet it seemed to Janees that they fell like ice upon his hot blood, and froze it within his veins.

At first he kept his eyes fixed upon her beauty, but by slow degrees something drew them down to the water of the pool.
Look! A mist gathered on its blackness.