Then our reward came: the center of the universe turned the corner and began to mend.

Grateful?
It isn't the term.
There _isn't_ any term for it.

You know that yourself, if you've watched your child through the Valley of the Shadow and seen it come back to life and sweep night out of the earth with one all-illuminating smile that you could cover with your hand.
Why, we were back in this world in one instant! Then we looked the same startled thought into each other's eyes at the same moment; more than two weeks gone, and that ship not back yet! In another minute I appeared in the presence of my train.

They had been steeped in troubled bodings all this time--their faces showed it.

I called an escort and we galloped five miles to a hilltop overlooking the sea.