Noemi by Sabine Baring-Gould — Read

NOEMI could not sleep that night. She sat in her rocky prison looking out over the valley of the Vezere at the distant landscape bathed in glorious moonlight. Opposite Le Peuch the rocks are not precipitous; there is a falling away of the plateau into soft undulations and stages, rounded in the wood and sombre in their mantle of trees.

The moon was full -- so bright that it eclipsed every star save its attendant Venus; the whole sky was infused with light, the darkness of the deep blue turned to grey. The Vezere gleamed as a plate of molten silver below.