For a while they paced up and down under the trees in the narrow garden atop the craggy height.

Then Ian mounted Fatima, who all these years was kept for him at Black Hill.
"You'll come over to-morrow ?" "Yes." Glenfernie watched him down the steep-descending, winding road, and thought of many roads that, good company, he and Ian had traveled together.
This was the middle of the day.

In the afternoon he walked to White Farm....

It was sunset when he turned his face homeward.

He looked back and saw Elspeth at the stepping-stones, in a clear flame of golden sky and golden water.