Death was overcome.

The grave vanquished.
Life, ever-renewed, alone existed.

Time was naught; change was naught; all things were immortal but evil; all things eternal but grief.
Suddenly, the dawn came; the east burned roseate toward the zenith.
Vanamee walked on, he knew not where.

The dawn grew brighter.

At length, he paused upon the crest of a hill overlooking the ranchos, and cast his eye below him to the southward.