She regretted the peace of the temple in the daytime.

She could see the dome from where she stood.

Like Ishmael, she must go on, forever and forever on.

Was God watching over her?
Was it His hand which stayed the onslaught of the beast and defeated the baser schemes of men?
Was there to be a haven at the end?
She smiled wanly.

What more was to beset her path she knew not, nor cared just then, since there was to be a haven at the end.
Perhaps prescience brought to her mind's eye a picture; she saw her father, and Bruce, and Winnie, and her sweetheart, and they seemed to be toasting her from the end of a long table, under the blue California sky.