He thought, for he was not sure that it was not some cheat of the fancy.
Gazing still, in the centre of that light there appeared to gleam forth, for one moment, a form of superhuman height.

It was the form of a man, that seemed clad in arms like those on the wall, leaning on a spear, whose point was lost behind the shafts of the crommell.

And the face grew in that moment distinct from the light which shimmered around it, a face large as some early god's, but stamped with unutterable and solemn woe.

He drew back a step, passed his hand over his eyes, and looked again.

Light and figure alike had vanished; nought was seen save the grey columns and dim fane.