“Merapi!“Iwhispered。
“MoonofIsrael!“murmuredSeti，“filledwiththemoon，lovelyasthemoon，mysticasthemoonandworshippingthemoon，hermother。“
“Sheisintrouble；letushelpher，“Isaid。
“Nay，waitawhile，Ana，forneveragainshallyouandIseesuchasightasthis。“
Lowaswespokebeneathourbreath，Ithinktheladyheardus。Atleastherfacechangedandgrewfrightened。Hastilysherose，liftedthegreatbundleofstrawuponwhichshehadbeenkneelingandplaceditonherhead。Sheranafewsteps，thenstumbledandsankdownwithalittlemoanofpain。Inaninstantwewereatherside。Shestaredatusaffrighted，forwhowewereshecouldnotseebecauseofthewidehoodsofourcommoncloaksthatmadeuslooklikemidnightthieves，orslave-dealingBedouin。