Presently the night wind died out, and
the quivering little pools in the cup-like hollows of the stones lay
still. At the same time something seemed to move on the verge of the
dip eastward--a mere dot. It was the head of a man approaching them
from the hollow beyond the Sun-stone. Clare wished they had gone
onward, but in the circumstances decided to remain quiet. The figure
came straight towards the circle of pillars in which they were.
He heard something behind him, the brush of feet. Turning, he saw
over the prostrate columns another figure; then before he was aware,
another was at hand on the right, under a trilithon, and another on
the left. The dawn shone full on the front of the man westward, and
Clare could discern from this that he was tall, and walked as if
trained. They all closed in with evident purpose. Her story then
was true! Springing to his feet, he looked around for a weapon,
loose stone, means of escape, anything. By this time the nearest
man was upon him.
"It is no use, sir," he said. "There are sixteen of us on the Plain,
and the whole country is reared."
"Let her finish her sleep!" he implored in a whisper of the men as
they gathered round.
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