He followed across Spain on the long road to France.

He had money, horses, servants when he needed them, skill in travel, a tireless, great frame, a consuming purpose.

He made mistakes in roads and rectified them; followed false clues, then turned squarely from them and obtained another leading.

He squandered upon the great task of dogging Ian, facing Ian, showing Ian, again and again showing Ian, the wrong that had been done, patience, wealth of kinds, a discovering and prophetic imagination.

He traveled until at last here was the earth, climbing, climbing, and before him the forested slopes, the mountain walls, the great partition between Spain and France.