“Art very weary?” “Yes, weary!” “If we lie down here and sleep it will be to part with life. Let us try awhile longer. Just a fold of land may keep from us Grey Farm light.” They tried, but no house or light arose. Only they heard something after a time. “Hark to that! What is it?” “It is the sea!” It came to sound louder. No lights of haven, nor could they have seen them, perhaps, behind the great moving veils and under woldside and cliff. “I fear to go farther this way for the cliffs! We may fall--” “It roars, the sea, and there are lights in my eyes and a singing afar. I must lie down. I cannot go farther.” “A little more--a little more. See! I can help thee so.” “Ah, I love thee! But I cannot--Do you not hear music playing?” “Here are bushes bent from the sea. Creep under--so! There--now if we die we die together.” The falling, falling, falling snow, and at the base of rock the sounding sea. “What art thou doing? Take thy cloak again!” “No, I am warm, warming thee.” The snow fell ceaselessly. “I am not afraid nor suffering now. No fear, no pain! And thou hast none?” “None!” Snow falling--snow falling. The great sea sounding and sounding. “Richard, there are violets. It is Wander forest, but so changed.” In the night the snow ceased to fall. Dawn came like a white rose, the shredded petals covering all the earth. A small and humble House of Carmelites, set upon a cliff a league from Brighthaven, kept a goodly habit. After tempest, after snow on wold, it sent out so many Brothers seeking if there were any harmed. So on this morning as of fine white wool these at last came upon the cliff brow and to a line of furze bushes mounded white. They would have passed them by, for all the earth was heaped with snow and no footprint anywhere save their own deep ones. But a young Brother saw a bit of blue mantle. “Oh, here!” With their hands they beat away the snow and with their arms they lifted. The man and woman moved feebly. They lived, though in an hour, maybe, they would not have lived. The Brothers bore them to the House and made for them warmth and cheer. Life flowed again, red came to the lip, light to the eyes, strength to the frame. They rested through that day and night in the guest house of the monastery. The Prior was a saintly man, big of frame, simple and wise. The second morning the two stood before him to give him thanks and say farewell. He looked at them somewhat long before speaking. “You are goodly to look upon,” he said. “I see that you have been through much and will go through more before heaven is complete. But you are bound for heaven and Who dwells therein. Take and give blessing!” The wold was silver, the sea blue, the sky blue crystal. The road shown, they went forth from the Carmelites to come to Brighthaven. They walked hand in hand. “How beautiful is the world!” CHAPTER XXXI