unexpected window would give them a nameless hint
of the hundred human secrets which they left behind
them with their dust. Sometimes even a slouching
rustic would be afoot on the road and would look after
them, as after a flying phantom. But still MacIan
stood up staring at earth and heaven; and still the
door he had flung open flapped loose like a flag.
Turnbull, after a few minutes of dumb amazement,
had yielded to the healthiest element in his nature
and gone off into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
The girl had not stirred an inch.
After another half mile that seemed a mere flash,
Turnbull leant over and locked the door. Evan
staggered at last into his seat and hid his throbbing
head in his hands; and still the car flew on and its
driver sat inflexible and silent. The moon had
already gone down, and the whole darkness was faintly
troubled with twilight and the first movement of beasts
and fowls. It was that mysterious moment when
light is coming as if it were something unknown whose
nature one could not guess—a mere alteration
in everything. They looked at the sky and it
seemed as dark as ever; then they saw the black shape
of a tower or tree against it and knew that it was
already grey. Save that they were driving southward
and had certainly passed the longitude of London, they
knew nothing of their direction; but Turnbull, who
had spent a year on the Hampshire coast in his youth,
began to recognize the unmistakable but quite indescribable
villages of the English south. Then a white
witch fire began to burn between the black stems of
the fir-trees; and, like so many things in nature,
though not in books on evolution, the daybreak, when
it did come, came much quicker than one would think.
The gloomy heavens were ripped up and rolled away
like a scroll, revealing splendours, as the car went
roaring up the curve of a great hill; and above them
and black against the broadening light, there stood
one of those crouching and fantastic trees that are
first signals of the sea.
X.
THE SWORDS REJOINED
As they came over the hill and down on the other side
of it, it is not too much to say that the whole universe
of God opened over them and under them, like a thing
unfolding to five times its size. Almost under
their feet opened the enormous sea, at the bottom
of a steep valley which fell down into a bay; and the
sea under their feet blazed at them almost as lustrous
and almost as empty as the sky. The sunrise
opened above them like some cosmic explosion, shining
and shattering and yet silent; as if the world were
blown to pieces without a sound. Round the rays
of the victorious sun swept a sort of rainbow of confused
and conquered colours—brown and blue and
green and flaming rose-colour; as though gold were
driving before it all the colours of the world.
The lines of the landscape down which they sped, were
the simple, strict, yet swerving, lines of a rushing
river; so that it was almost as if they were being
sucked down in a huge still whirlpool. Turnbull
had some such feeling, for he spoke for the first
time for many hours.
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