"The Pleiades," I murmured to Morhange, showing him the seven pale stars, while Eg-Anteouen took up his mournful song in the same monotone:
"The Daughters of the Night are seven:
Mâteredjrê and Erredjeâot,
Mâtesekek and Essekâot,
Mâtelahrlahr and Ellerhâot,
The seventh is a boy, one of whose eyes has flown away."
A sudden sickness came over me. I seized the Targa's arm as he was starting to intone his refrain for the third time.
"When will we reach this cave with the inscriptions?" I asked brusquely.
He looked at me and replied with his usual calm:
"We are there."
"We are there? Then why don't you show it to us?"
"You did not ask me," he replied, not without a touch of insolence.
Morhange had jumped to his feet.
"The cave is here?"