No one seemed to notice the coming of the dark, which stole down on us with an unspeakable mystery.

For long we sat still, the clatter of many tongues becoming stilled into the witchery of the scene.
Lower the sun sank, till only the ruddiness of the afterglow lit the expanse with rosy light; then this failed in turn, and the night shut down quickly.
At last, when we could just discern the faces close to us, a simultaneous movement began.

Lights began to flash out in places all over the hillside.

At first these seemed as tiny as glow-worms seen in a summer wood, but by degrees they grew till the space was set with little circles of light.

These in turn grew and grew in both number and strength.
Flames began to leap out from piles of wood, torches were lighted and held high.