None of them there ever forgot, none of all who were there ever will be able to forget, that sudden, silent advent of the man who led them, and whom they loved. He came upon them without noise, came upon them through the gloom. But as he came he seemed to bring with him a radiance which was not of this earth. Many of them said that round the noble head which so poignantly resembled and so wonderfully reminded them of the face of the Man of Sorrows, a yellow nimbus hung, a bright radiance which illuminated that grave countenance, and shone in the gloom like a star of hope. He came up to Thomas and kissed him upon the cheek, and, turning to the young man's wife, he kissed her also in holy greeting. Then, standing a little way back from them, his face alight with a supreme joy and happiness, he raised his hands and blessed them all. "The blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be among you and remain with you always.". The happy voice rang through the mist with an organ harmony. And it seemed as if it was answered and echoed in its lovely music by a faint burst of song and melody high up in the air and all around. It was as though the angels of Heaven were rejoicing in the mating of a pure man and maiden. Then Joseph spoke again. "Come, beloved brother and sister, and my dear brethren," he said, "come to the tomb of Lluellyn Lys, whose body lies here until the glorious Resurrection Day, and whose soul is in Paradise, walking with the blest. Come and stand round that tomb, and pray for London, which you are sworn to conquer for the Lord. Come and pray for Thomas and Mary, that their lives may be a song of triumph over evil, and that they may lead you worthily until your lives end." With that he turned, and then all followed him until in a few steps the long pile of granite stones rose up above them, and they stood by the burial-place of the dead prophet of Wales. They stood round in silence, and then old David Owen stepped out from among them and put his gnarled old hand upon the Teacher's arm. "Master," he said, in a voice which quivered with emotion too deep for tears--"Master, what words are these?" Joseph looked upon him with a smile of love. "Old friend," he answered--"old tried and trusted friend, old captain in the army of God, you have come here with all of us to listen to my last message." There was a stir and movement among them all, and through the dark each looked at each with apprehension and fear in their hearts. A chill descended upon all of them, that chill which comes to one who loves when he fears that the loved one is departing or going upon a long journey. Once more Mary's hand stole into her husband's, and the cold hands that sought each other, and clasped, were trembling. They heard the Master's voice above them, for he had mounted to the top of the great cairn of piled stones, and stood spectral up there in the mist.