I understood well that expression of triumph.  I knew that, with her, imagination was life itself.  I knew that this imagination of hers had just escaped from the sting of the dominant thought which was threatening to turn a supposed curse into a curse indeed.

I went to meet them.

‘I promised to bring her livin’ mullo,’ said Sinfi, ’and I have kept my word, and now we are all going up to the top together.’

Winnie at once proceeded to pack up the breakfast things in Sinfi’s basket.  While she was doing this Sinfi and I went to the side of the llyn.

’Sinfi, I know all—­all you have done for Winnie, all you have done for me.’

‘You know about me takin’ the cuss?’ she said in astonishment.  ’Gorgio cuss can’t touch Romany, they say, but it did touch me.  I wur very bad, brother.  Howsomedever, it’s all gone now.  But how did you come to know about it?  Winnie don’t know herself, so she couldn’t ha’ told you; and I promised Mr. D’Arcy that if ever I wur to see you anywheres I wouldn’t talk about it—­leaseways not till he could tell you hisself or write to you full.’

‘Winnie does not know about it,’ I said, ’but I do.  I know that in order to save her life—­in order to save us both—­you allowed her illness to pass on to you, at your own peril.  But you mustn’t talk of its being a curse, Sinfi.  It was just an illness like any other illness, and the doctor passed it on to you in the same way that doctors sometimes do pass on such illnesses.  Doctors can’t cure curses, you know.  You will soon be quite well again, and then you will forget all about what you call the curse.’

’I’m well enough now, brother; but see, Winnie has packed the things, and she’s waiting to go up.’

We then began the ascent.

Ah, that ascent!  I wish I had time and space to describe it.  Up the same path we went which Sinfi and I had followed on that memorable morning when my heart was as sad as it was buoyant now.

Reaching the top, we sat down in the hut and made our simple luncheon.  Winnie was a great favourite with the people there, and she could not get away from them for a long time.  We went down to Bwlch Glas, and there we stood gazing at the path that leads to Llanberis.

I had not observed, but Winnie evidently had, that Sinfi wanted to speak to me alone; for she wandered away pretending to be looking for a certain landmark which she remembered; and Sinfi and I were left together.

‘Brother,’ said Sinfi, ‘I ain’t a-goin’ to Llanberis an’ Carnarvon with you two.  You take that path; I take this.’

She pointed to the two downward paths.

‘Surely you are not going to leave us at a moment like this?’ I said.

‘That’s jist what I am a-goin’ to do,’ she said.  ’This is the very time an’ this is the very place where I am a-goin’ to leave you an’ all Gorgios.’

‘Part on Snowdon, Sinfi!’ I exclaimed.