So well he knew the place! There was no spot where foot might have climbed, no ledge nor opening where form might lay, huddled or outstretched, that lacked his searching eye or hand.

Here was the pebbly cape with the thorn-tree where in May he had come upon Elspeth, sitting by the water, singing....

Farther on he turned into that smaller, that fairy glen, bending like an arm from the main pass.

Here was the oak beneath which they had sat, against which she had leaned.
It wrapt him from himself, this place.

He stood, and space around seemed filled with forms just beyond visibility.