Our feet moved along the hillside, away from
the crags, because I felt that Cynthia had no strength to climb them;
and I wondered what our life would be.
Presently a valley opened before us, folding quietly in among the hills,
full of a golden haze; and it seemed to me that our further way lay down
it. It fell softly and securely into a further plain, the country being
quite unlike anything I had as yet seen--a land of high and craggy
mountains, the lower parts of them much overgrown with woods; the valley
itself widened out, and passed gently among the hills, with here and
there a lake. Dotted all about the mountain-bases, at the edges of the
woods, were little white houses, stone-walled and stone-tiled, with
small gardens; and then the place seemed to become strangely familiar
and homelike; and I became aware that I was coming home: the same
thought occurred to Cynthia; and at last, when we turned a corner of
the road, and saw lying a little back from the road a small house, with
a garden in front of it, shaded by a group of sycamores, we darted
forwards with a cry of delight to the home that was indeed our own.
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