'Taking the shell gently in her hands then, she knelt not far from the water's edge. For all that day and all the night, she remained there, perfectly still. As she sat, her heart grew restless, and throwing off its grief, went wandering into the darkness.
'The following morning dawned quiet and overcast. The sea was very calm. This day saw a spring tide at the sun's highest point. As Sithenar sat on the beach, the water crept up until it was but a few inches away. Then at last, her heart returned, and her call was answered.'