Redwood peered at these dim forms; his eyes went from one stirring outline to another.
"Where is my son, Cossar ?" Then he saw him.
His son was sitting under the shadow of a great wall of steel.

He presented himself as a black shape recognisable only by his pose,--his features were invisible.

He sat chin upon hand, as though weary or lost in thought.

Beside him Redwood discovered the figure of the Princess, the dark suggestion of her merely, and then, as the glow from the distant iron returned, he saw for an instant, red lit and tender, the infinite kindliness of her shadowed face.

She stood looking down upon her lover with her hand resting against the steel.