So they started off in the direction Sara had never gone before,
following a path that presently began to wind down among the cliffs,
giving them a blue view of the sea. Sara could hardly follow the path
for looking. Before long they could look back and see Avrillia's
balcony, with the little box-trees on the marble balustrade, and, far
below it, the gray abyss of Nothing. It was very strange and beautiful,
but it gave Sara a queer, empty feeling somewhere under her little
apron; and she was glad to turn her eyes back to the sea, which
beckoned far below them, a dancing blueness; and to the golden cliffs,
laughing in the sunlight far and near. The path was quite steep and
winding and unexpected, and Yassuh scrambled about a good deal; but he
managed to keep hold of the step and the bag. As for Sara, she had
never seen a more fascinating place, and she supposed these great
cliffs must form a part of the walls of the amphitheatre she had seen
from Schlorge's stump. Presently, at one especially wild, golden place,
where the path followed the edge of a chasm, Pirlaps paused a moment
and said,

"You can hear a lovely reflection from here, Sara. Shall I call?"

"A reflection?" said Sara, wonderingly.

"Surely," said Pirlaps. "Listen." Then he cupped his hands about his
lips and called clearly,

"Avrillia!"

"'Rillia!" came back the wild, eerie syllables, so distinctly that
Sara's heart leaped.