And there came back to me the memory of what Hector had said as we stood on the golden patch of gorse when the mist had for a moment or so blown aside, what he had said of man's awakening, and, remembering all the ages of--childish, useless dread, how he would stand-- I did not turn suddenly, but slowly.

I was not startled in the faintest degree.

He stood there close to me as he had so often stood.
And he stood--and smiled.
I have seen him many times since.

I shall see him many times again.

And when I see him he always stands--and smiles..