1Slowly sailing on, we were overtaken by a shallop; whose inmates grappling to the side of Media’s, said they came from Borabolla.

2Dismal tidings! —My faithful follower’s death.

3Absent over night, that morning early, he had been discovered lifeless in the woods, three arrows in his heart. And the three pale strangers were nowhere to be found. But a fleet canoe was missing from the beach.

4Slain for me! my soul sobbed out. Nor yet appeased Aleema’s manes; nor yet seemed sated the avengers’ malice; who, doubtless, were on my track.

5But I turned; and instantly the three canoes had been reversed; and full soon, Jarl’s dead hand in mine, had not Media interposed.

6“To death, your presence will not bring life back.”

7“And we must on,” said Babbalanja. “We seek the living, not the dead.”

8Thus they overruled me; and Borabolla’s messengers departed.

9Soon evening came, and in its shades, three shadows,—Hautia’s heralds.

10Their shallop glided near.

11A leaf tri-foiled was first presented; then another, arrow-shaped.

12Said Yoomy, “Still I swiftly follow, behind revenge.”

13Then were showered faded, pallid daffodils.

14Said Yoomy, “Thy hopes are blighted all.”

15“Not dead, but living with the life of life. Sirens! I heed ye not.”

16They would have showered more flowers; but crowding sail we left them.

17Much converse followed. Then, beneath the canopy all sought repose. And ere long slouched sleep drew nigh, tending dreams innumerable; silent dotting all the downs a shepherd with his flock.