It burned in the priest's house--a dark age, and as of yore, with all the light held by the church.

The weary man liberated his mule on a common, where its former companions were grazing, and sought the house of his friends.
The house was dark and the doors were fastened.

He knocked, and a startling echo, an audible darkness, came from the valley.

He knocked again, and a voice cried from the street: "Who's that ?" "Helloa, is that you, my boy ?" There was no answer, but a figure rushed through the darkness, seized DeGolyer, and in a hoarse whisper said: "Come where there's a light." "Why, what's the matter, Henry ?" "Come where there's a light." DeGolyer followed him to a wretched place that bore the name of a public-house, and went with him into a room.

A lamp sputtered on a shelf.