It wasn't that they could show him anything, it was only that they could burn clear.

To his surprise, however, after a while, they did show him something: the arch of a high doorway approached by a low terrace of steps, in the depth of which--it formed a dim vestibule--the raising of a curtain at the moment he passed gave him a glimpse of an avenue of gloom with a glow of tapers at the end.

He stopped and looked up, recognising the place as a church.

The thought quickly came to him that since he was tired he might rest there; so that after a moment he had in turn pushed up the leathern curtain and gone in.

It was a temple of the old persuasion, and there had evidently been a function--perhaps a service for the dead; the high altar was still a blaze of candles.