The brother and sister turned from the glen and looked again towards the sea. The moon had gone behind a cloud, and only a fitful gleam came now and then over the waves. In a low, sweet voice Ethne began again to chant Patrick’s Irish hymn—
“I bind to myself to-day,
The Power of God to guide me;
The Might of God to uphold me;
The Wisdom of God to teach me;
The Eye of God to watch over me;
The Ear of God to hear me;
The Word of God to give me speech;
The Hand of God to protect me;