"John Lemprière had dawdled along the cliff tops of Bouley Bay ... He loved this valley. Undisturbed by human habitation, it might be anywhere in time; a place where ancient figures might run unchecked, might be seen fleetingly, the glint from a headpiece, a quick movement on the very edge of vision. ...He moved on to his most favored place in the valley, the waterfall, where the quick stream took a drop and widened to a shallow pool. ... He heard its light roar long before he saw it, and attuned his ears to the sound as though it were a beacon. But as he made his way down at an angle to the slope, he heard a short cry followed by a loud splash. Someone had found his pool. Someone was in his pool! He strode forward angrily, rounded a copice of trees, and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Juliette Casterleigh, naked beneath the waterfall."