He saw across a small court a high and blank stone wall, but when he looked upward he saw also a patch of sky.

It was a black sky, across which clouds were driving before a whistling wind, but it was the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen.

The sky, the free, open sky curving over the beautiful earth, was revealed again to him who had been buried for ages in a dungeon under the sea.

He would not go back.

In the tremendous uplift of feeling he would willingly choose death first.