They were not at work for the moment, and the Commandant, a grim and forceful man, showed me some details of their construction. When we left them in their bower it looked like a Hill priest's wayside shrine we heard them singing through the steep-descending pines. They, too, like the 75's, seem to have no pet name in the service. It was a poisonously blind country.

Glenfernie watched him down the steep-descending, winding road, and thought of many roads that, good company, he and Ian had traveled together. This was the middle of the day. In the afternoon he walked to White Farm.... It was sunset when he turned his face homeward. He looked back and saw Elspeth at the stepping-stones, in a clear flame of golden sky and golden water.