He led him to the edge of the plateau.
"Look!" he said.
The mist had gone. From that great height they looked down the steep, pine-clothed sides of the mountain to the little white village, far, far below. Beyond was the shining, illimitable ocean.
"The world is very fair," Joseph said.
"The world is very fair because God is immanent in all things. God is in the sea, and on the sides of the hills. The Holy Ghost broods over those distant waters, and is with us here in this high place. Joseph, from the moment when the cross-wise timbers struck you down in Whitechapel, until this very moment now, you have been led here under the direct guidance of the Holy Ghost. There is a certain work for you to do."
Joseph looked at the tall man with the grave, sweet smile in startled astonishment.
"What do I bring?" he said. "I, the poor, battered wreck, the unknown, the downtrodden? What do I bring you?"
Lluellyn looked Joseph in the face, and placed one long, lean hand upon his shoulder.
"Ask rather what you bring God," he said. "It were a more profitable question. For me, in the power and guidance of the Lord, it is ordained that you bring one thing only."
"And what is that?"