Here, from the dimness of the marge of the island, they gradually emerged into the beginnings of the faint light.

It was not like entering upon dawn, or upon the moonlight.

It was by no means like going to meet the lights of a city.

It was literally "a light better than any light that ever shone," and it wrapped them round first like a veil and then like a mantle.

Dimly, as if released from the censer-smoke of a magician's lamp, boughs and glades, lines and curves were set free of the dark; and St.George and Amory could see about them.