Chapter 11

“After the shadows light—” Michael translating mentally, had a thrilled sense that this might be an augury for the future. Would the day ever break—for him? He touched the cross with the tips of his fingers, and the gesture had in his mind a significance. It was as if he kept faith with himself in some mystic fashion. Leaving the garden, he passed through the town, went over a long, low bridge which spanned the east branch of the river, and came to a path which led through sun-lighted fields, and shaded groves of p…