And he fancied, too,
that beside him there hovered the wife and mother. And then he
looked to Fort o' God. The lights were out. Quiet, if not sleep,
had fallen upon all life within. And it seemed to Philip, as he
went back again through the storm, that in the moaning tumult of
the night there was music instead of sadness.
He did not sleep until nearly morning. And when he awoke he found
that the storm had passed, and that over a world of spotless white
there had risen a brilliant sun. He looked out from his window,
and saw the top of the Sun Rock glistening in a golden fire, and
where the forest trees had twisted and moaned there were now
unending canopies of snow, so that it seemed as though the storm,
in passing, had left behind only light, and beauty, and happiness
for all living things.
Trembling with the joy of this, Philip went to his door, and from
the door down the hall, and where the light of the sun blazed
through a window near to the great room where he expected to find
the master of Fort o' God, there stood Jeanne. And as she heard
him coming, and turned toward him, all the glory and beauty of the
wondrous day was in her face and hair. Like an angel she stood
waiting for him, pale and yet flushing a little, her eyes shining
and yearning for him, her soul in the tremble of the single word
on her sweet lips.
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