As we went I glanced at the cave.
It was exactly as I had seen it in the vision.

There burnt the fire, there were the rude wooden vessels, one of them still half full of the water which I had seen the baboon bring.

I felt awed as I looked, and marvelled at the power wielded by a savage who could not even read and write.
Now I could see Stella clearly.

Her face was scratched, and haggard with fear and weeping, her clothes were almost torn off her, and her beautiful hair was loose and tangled.

I sent for water, and we sprinkled her face.