How shall I tell what I saw? I went carefully, my strung bow in my hand, my skin ready for danger. There should
have been the wailings of spirits and the shrieks of
demons, but there were not. It was very silent and sunny
where I had landed-the wind and the rain and the birds
that drop seeds had done their work, the grass grew in
the cracks of the broken stone. It is a fair island-no
wonder the gods built there. If I had come there, a god, I
also would have built.