Abigale the forest woman grew up alone with her forest friends. But faith had sent the man that she would love stumbling into her camp, running from those fierce tribesmen. Abigale lay still on the bed of green grasses, her hands clutched behind her beautiful blond head. She was touched by a gentle wind blowing from the south through the wide open door of the tree house, whispered of a forest long awake and very busy. But this morning the noises from the forest held no interest for Abigale. A feeling of loneliness and sadness had gripped her from the moment she woke up.