Trenchard climbed up, very clumsily, after me.
I leaned back on the straw, let my arms fall and lay there, flat on my back, staring straight into the sky....

With that my mood suddenly changed.

I was at peace with the whole world.

To-night was again thick with a heavy burden of stars that seemed to weigh like the silver lid of some mighty box heavily down, down upon us, until trees and hills and the dim Carpathians were bent flat beneath the pressure.

I lying upon my back, seeing only that sheet of stars, in my nostrils the smell of the straw, rocked by the slow dreamy motion of the wagon, was filled with an exquisite ease and lethargy.