In very truth chance or fortune had moved the pawns for him in a way that the most skillful player could not have equaled.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to swim beneath his feet.
The night was dark and cold, and although the road up the slope showed for a long distance in the moonshine the top of the mountain was wrapped in mist.

A wind began to blow and he felt raw and damp to his face.

But there was nothing to check his exultation.

Come wind or rain or snow they were all one to him.