It was low and soft, as though he feared to speak above a whisper.
"St.James!" The young man at his side gazed down silently upon the scattered lights, his heart throbbing in a sudden tumult of excitement.

He had set out that day with the idea of resting his eyes on St.James.In its silent mystery the town now lay at his feet.
"And that light--" spoke the old man.

He pointed a trembling arm toward the glare that shone more powerfully than the others.

"That light marks the sacred home of the king!" His voice had again changed.

A metallic hardness came into it, his words were vibrant with a strange excitement which he strove hard to conceal.