CHAPTER XII

THE VIGIL Alaric walked slowly up the peak. The air was cool and fresh, and his head felt clearer than it had done for many a long day. He rejoiced as he walked. It was good to be away from the soft sweetness of the lower air, to come far from the shore and the unforgettable blueness of sea and sky. The moon was rising now and casting chill light on the rocks. The air had an edge on it, bracing and invigorating. Alaric felt strength return to his limbs and intelligence to his brain. He climbed alertly upwards, then…