When Musa returned from her headlong flight across the country, she saw at the first glance that her careful screen of brushwood had been disturbed. Supposing that Zirlo had so stirred it by his usual boisterous entrance, she descended the steps, thinking there to find her playmate. But Leone growled and looked at her for some word of command, and she saw instead of the child the two strangers, who were intent on examining the paintings of the walls. She had no conception of what the men were like; it was enough for her that they were human creatures, violators of her sanctuary and of the dead.
She advanced to them with all her face dark as the summer skies in tempest, and her eyes flashing like lightning.
'How dare you. How dare you,' she cried with intense passion. 'All this is mine and theirs. You-profane it, you blaspheme. Out of it! Out of it; or I will send the dog upon you!'
The two men stared at her, confused, and dimly almost doubting whether she were mortal, so sudden was her descent into the twilight of the cave, so burning and furious were her eyes and words.
