‘Don’t drive much more,’ she said. ‘I don’t want you to be always doing something.’

‘No,’ he said. ‘We’ll finish this little trip, and then we’ll be free.’

‘We will, my love, we will,’ she cried in delight, kissing him as he turned to her.

He drove on in a strange new wakefulness, the tension of his consciousness broken. He seemed to be conscious all over, all his body awake with a simple, glimmering awareness, as if he had just come awake, like a thing that is born, like a bird when it comes out of an egg, into a new universe.

They dropped down a long hill in the dusk, and suddenly Ursula recognised on her right hand, below in the hollow, the form of Southwell Minster.