69
Loud cries Velloso, marv’elling at the sight: “My masters! wondrous game,” quoth he, “is this; if yet endure that olden Pagan rite, the Grove be sacred to the Goddesses: Here meet we more than what the human Sprite ever desirèd; and right well we wis excellent wonders and great things here lie by Nature veiled from Man’s imprudent eye.