beyond, except that now she fixed her eyes, not on the mountain top, but on his own.

“Is it in my eyes you see the long path of light? Are we together in it? I see you always with the light about you. I saw you so first in your own home before the blazing fire — such a hearth fire as I had never seen before. You have appeared to me in my dreams with light about you ever since, and in my visions when I have been riding over these hills alone. What are you seeing now?”

“You, as you helped me that first time, there in the snow. You looked so ill, but your way was strong, and I thought — all at once, in a flash — like it came from — ”

“Go on.”

“Like it came from my father: