But here it was not.
The partly rebuilt ruin of Darreuch rose at last before his view high on the moor as he drove up the winding road.

The space and the blue sky above and behind it made it seem the embodiment of remote stillness.
Nothing had reached nor could touch it.

It did not know that green fields and deep woods were strewn with dead and mangled youth and all it had meant of the world's future.

Its crumbled walls and remaining grey towers stood calm in the clear air and birds' nests were hidden safely in their thick ivy.
Robin was there and each night she believed that a dead man came to her a seeming living being.

He was not like Dowie, but his realisation of the mystery of this thing touched his nerves as a wild unexplainable sound heard in the darkness at midnight might have done.