Then Cassandra burst forth with impetuous fire. “Oh, mother, mother! Never say that name to me again. Mother, I saw them! I saw them fighting — and all the time the doctor was bleeding — bleeding and dying, where Frale had shot him. I don’t know how long they’d been fighting, but I came there and I saw them. I saw him slip and how Frale crushed him down — down — and his head struck the rock. I saw — and I almost cursed Frale. I hope I didn’t — oh, I hope not! But mother, mother! Don’t ask me anything more now. Oh, I want to cry! I want to cry and never stop.”

While she lay thus weeping, the soft rain that had been threatening all day began pattering down, blessed and soothing, the rain to the earth and the tears to the girl.