Not for nothing had I been given a clue to the strange events which were coming.

It was foreordained that I should go alone to Umvelos', and in the promptings of my own fallible heart I believed I saw the workings of Omnipotence.

Such is our moral arrogance, and yet without such a belief I think that mankind would have ever been content to bide sluggishly at home.
I passed the spot where on my former journey I had met the horses, and knew that I had covered more than half the road.

My ear had been alert for the sound of pursuit, but the bush was quiet as the grave.

The man who rode my pony would find him a slow traveller, and I pitied the poor beast bucketed along by an angry rider.