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But please do not isolate yourself from us, try to feel that we are your friends. I want you to enjoy this trip if possible, but I fear that we are proving rather dull company for you. We are making for Skye at good speed and shall probably anchor in Loch Scavaig to-night. To-morrow we might land and do the excursion to Loch Coruisk if you care for that, though Catherine is not a good walker."

And then something I know not what shook me down from the pinnacle of vision, hardly aware of my own action, I withdrew my hand from my companion's, and saw just the solemn grandeur of Loch Coruisk, with a deep amber glow streaming over the summit of the mountains, flung upward by the setting sun! Nothing more!

By eleven o'clock we were steaming out of Loch Scavaig, and as I looked back on the sombre mountain-peaks that stood sentinel-wise round the deeply hidden magnificence of Loch Coruisk, I wondered if my visionary experience there had been only the work of my own excited imagination, or whether it really had foundation in fact?

"You know one thing which is all things," he answered "But for that I must still wait." He let go my hands and turned away, shading his eyes from the glare of gold which now spread far and wide over the heavens, turning the sullen waters of Loch Coruisk to a tawny orange against the black purple of the surrounding hills.

Harland's face expressed a sudden surprise and relief. "Well! What now?" asked Santoris "How is the pain?" "Gone!" he answered "I can hardly believe it but I'm bound to admit it!" "That's right! And it will not come back not to-day, at any rate, nor to-morrow. Shall we go on deck now?" We assented. As we left the saloon he said: "You must see the glow of the sunset over Loch Coruisk.

My mind was disturbed and bewildered, I felt that I had journeyed through immense distances of space and cycles of time during that brief excursion to Loch Coruisk, and as the launch rushed onward and we lost sight of the entrance to what for me had been a veritable Valley of Vision, it seemed that I had lived through centuries rather than hours.

Harland shook him warmly by the hand "What time shall we start the race?" "Suppose we say noon?" "Agreed!" We then prepared to go. I turned to Santoris and in a quiet voice thanked him for his kindness in escorting me to Loch Coruisk, and for the pleasant afternoon we had passed.

But there was such a weight of unutterable things pressing on my soul like a pent-up storm craving for outlet, that every step measured itself as almost a mile. At last we paused; we were in full view of Loch Coruisk and its weird splendour.

A thrill of mingled joy and fear ran through me, and again I felt that strange sense of power and dominance which had previously overwhelmed me. "Indeed, I have set my heart on going to Loch Coruisk" I answered, lightly "And I cannot let you off your promise to take me there! We will leave Mr. Harland to his siesta."

"What do you say to leaving me on board while you and my little friend go and see your sunset effect on Loch Coruisk by yourselves?" Santoris heard this suggestion with an amused look. "You don't care for sunsets?" "Oh yes, I do, in a way. But I've seen so many of them " "No two alike" put in Santoris. "I daresay not. Still, I don't mind missing a few.