And thereafter, when it was speeding on, and the twilight dusking
apace, she looked aback, and seemed to see the far-off woodland in
the northern ort, and the oak-clad ridge, where she had met her wood-
mother; and then it was as if Habundia were saying to her: Meet
again we shall. And therewith straightway became life sweeter unto
her.
Deepened then the dusk, and became night, and she floated on through
it, and was asleep alone on the bosom of the water.
CHAPTER XII. OF BIRDALONE, HOW SHE CAME UNTO THE ISLE OF NOTHING
Long before sunrise, in the very morn-dusk, she awoke and found that
her ferry had taken land again. Little might she see what the said
land was like; so she sat patiently and abode the day in the boat;
but when day was come, little more was to see than erst. For flat
was the isle, and scarce raised above the wash of the leeward ripple
on a fair day; nor was it either timbered or bushed or grassed, and,
so far as Birdalone might see, no one foot of it differed in aught
from another. Natheless she deemed that she was bound to go ashore
and seek out the adventure, or spoil her errand else.
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