And he would think of Judith his wife.

And the old haunting certainty, that her soul had died with her body, was gone.

There came to him the feeling that he and his wife would meet again.

Why did this hope come back to him?
Was it all from the glory of the sun?
Or was it from the presence, silent and invisible, of those many other mortals, folk of his own flesh and blood, who at their deaths had gone to their graves to put on immortality?
Or was this deepening faith in Roger simply a sign of his growing old age?
He frowned at the thought and shook it off, and again stared up at the light on the hills.

"You will live on in our children's lives." Was there no other immortality?
He often thought of his boyhood here.