^ Tangy i-S way-Daw
nothing more superb. Here, within a child's reach of the edge, there kneels an aged woman at prayer, the one solitary occupant of the pagoda. The fading sunlight envelops her in its golden mist. Her hands are clasped before her, her visionary eyes are turned towards the distant city, her face is transfigured with sincerest piety. High above her tower the white corner dragons, the tapering spires, and the golden bulb of the pagoda. She has climbed all this way up from some little hamlet in the plain below, because she believes that in a bygone day the Buddha, the founder of her faith, stood here upon this sacred spot.