Nature had no lamps that night, and made no sign by cry of night-bird or rustle of scared beast: there was no wind, no rain, no dew; she offered nothing but heat, dark, and dense oppression.

Topping the ridge of sand, where was the Fosse des Noyees, place of shameful death, the solitary torch showed a steady beam; and there also, ahead, could be seen on the northern horizon that rim of throbbing light.
'God pity the poor!' said Count Richard, and scourged forward.
'God pity me!' said gasping Milo; 'I believe my stomach is in my head.' So at last they crossed the pebbly ford and found the pines, then cantered up the path of light which streamed from the Dark Tower.

As core of this they saw the lady stand with a torch above her head; when they drew rein she did not move.

Her face, moon-shaped, was as pale as a moon; her loose hair, catching light, framed it with gold.

She was all white against the dark, seemed to loom in it taller than she was or could have been.