It was kindled, and they all stood back to look at the great blue moon of light that hung from Ursula's hand, casting a strange gleam on her face.

It flickered, and Birkin went bending over the well of light.

His face shone out like an apparition, so unconscious, and again, something demoniacal.

Ursula was dim and veiled, looming over him.
'That is all right,' said his voice softly.
She held up the lantern.

It had a flight of storks streaming through a turquoise sky of light, over a dark earth.
'This is beautiful,' she said.
'Lovely,' echoed Gudrun, who wanted to hold one also, and lift it up full of beauty.
'Light one for me,' she said.