When we reached the golden blaze we had seen the evening before it was a flame of gold again, because--it was only for a few moments--the mist had blown apart and the sun was shining on it.
As we stood in the midst of it together--Oh! how strange and beautiful it was!--Mr.MacNairn came back.

That was what it seemed to me--that he came back.

He stood quite still a moment and looked about him, and then he stretched out his arms as I had stretched out mine.

But he did it slowly, and a light came into his face.
"If, after it was over, a man awakened as you said and found himself--the self he knew, but light, free, splendid--remembering all the ages of dark, unknowing dread, of horror of some black, aimless plunge, and suddenly seeing all the childish uselessness of it--how he would stand and smile! How he would stand and SMILE!" Never had I understood anything more clearly than I understood then.
Yes, yes! That would be it.

Remembering all the waste of fear, how he would stand and SMILE! He was smiling himself, the golden gorse about him already losing its flame in the light returning mist-wraiths closing again over it, when I heard a sound far away and high up the moor.