"At the point where the path appeared to lead down the slope there stood a slim pine tree of extraordinary height. The trunk was slender and it had no branches up to some fifteen or twenty feet above the ground. I paused to look up as I passed under this tree, and there, through the uppermost branches of the tree, I could see the silver moon. It was the thirteenth night of the new moon, and although it appeared to be the same moon I had always seen, tonight it made me realize how far away I was from the world of ordinary human habitation. The woman, having led me down the slope, suddenly disappeared from sight. Presently, by clinging to the trunk of the tree and searching the slope below, I caught sight of her.