I wanted to tell it, howsoever poorly and ineffectively it was done.

Since I KNEW I have dropped the load of ages--the black burden.

Out on the hillside my feet did not even feel the grass, and yet I was standing, not floating.

I had no wings or crown.

I was only Ysobel out on the hillside, free! This is the way it all ended.
For three weeks that were like heaven we three lived together at Muircarrie.