The last fire on St Luc's island had been permitted to die out, and it, too, sank into the mists and vapors with the others, and was invisible to the watchers on the mainland slope.
But little could be seen of Andiatarocte itself, save occasional glimmers of silver under the floating clouds.

Not a star was able to come out, and all the lake and country about it were wrapped in a heavy grayish mist which seemed to Robert to be surcharged with some kind of exciting solution.

But the three leaders, Rogers, Willet and Daganoweda, gathered in a close council, did not yet give any order save that plenty of food be served to rangers and Mohawks alike.
Thus a long time was permitted to pass and the mists and vapors over Andiatarocte deepened steadily.

No sound came from St.Luc's island, nor was any fire lighted there.

For all the darkness showed, it had sunk from sight forever.