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The Water of the Wondrous Isles · Chapter

XII: Of Birdalone, How She Came Unto the Isle of Nothing explained

Birdalone awakens to find her boat has landed on a barren, featureless isle.

What happens

Birdalone awakens to find her boat has landed on a barren, featureless isle. She explores but finds no life or variation, and after wandering in circles, she becomes lost in a thick mist. Despairing, she remembers the tress of hair given by Habundia, burns two hairs, and calls upon the wood-mother. A shadowy semblance of Habundia appears and leads her through the mist back to the shore, where she finds her boat. After resting and bathing, she departs the isle, ending the second part of the tale.

Themes in this chapter

  • Journey and Quest

    Birdalone's voyage to the Isle of Nothing is a perilous stage of her quest, testing her resolve and resourcefulness.

  • Nature and the Wild

    The barren, lifeless isle contrasts with the living waters, highlighting the wild's dual aspects of danger and beauty.

  • Female Agency and Autonomy

    Birdalone actively seeks her own deliverance, using Habundia's gift and her own wits to escape the desolate isle.

Characters to notice

  • Birdalone

    Birdalone lands on the Isle of Nothing, wanders lost, and is rescued by Habundia's sending.

  • Habundia

    Habundia sends a shadowy semblance to guide Birdalone out of the mist.

  • Viridis

    Viridis's fair-broidered pouch is mentioned as the source of flint and steel.

Key passages

  • For flat was the isle, and scarce raised above the wash of the leeward ripple on a fair day; nor was it either timbered or bushed or grassed, and, so far as Birdalone might see, no one foot of it differed in aught from another.

    The isle was completely flat and barren, with no trees, bushes, or grass, and every part looked identical.

    Describes the featureless nature of the Isle of Nothing.

  • But suddenly, as she ran, the mist was all gone from before her, the sun shone hot and cloudless; there was no shadow or shape of Habundia there, nought but the blue lake and the ugly lip of that hideous desert, with the Sending Boat lying a half score yards from her feet;

    As Birdalone ran, the mist vanished, revealing the lake and her boat nearby, with no sign of Habundia.

    The moment of rescue as Birdalone reaches the shore.