Y tu que llorabas reir."[[15]]
And approaching him with the majesty of a star, she added,—
"Gebra barzon;
Deja, monstruo,
A tu negro
Caparazon."[[16]]
And she put hot hand on his brow. Then another voice arose, deeper, and consequently still sweeter—a voice broken and enwrapt with a gravity both tender and wild. It was the human chant responding to the chant of the stars. Gwynplaine, still in obscurity, his head under Dea's hand, and kneeling on the vanquished bear and wolf, sang,—
"O ven! ama!