She said she would go back to her rock. And she sat there all through the day. Sometimes fancy played pranks with her vision, and she thought the horizon was broken by a tiny point like the far off bow or funnel of a ship. But she was always mistaken. The sun dropped into the sea, and the dark came. When it was too dark to watch any longer she returned to the house.
For a week Stella went every day to watch for the Star of Troy. But the ocean rested vacant. On the eighth day she did not go to the rock at all.