In that moment Joan became a woman. Her love, her own life, she threw everything away.
She went over to him, put her arms around his neck, kissed tim, fondled him, pressing her cheek against his.
"Dear, dear father. I love you so. I love you so. No one shall hurt you. Father dear, father darling."
Suddenly the room was blazing with light. The Torchlight Procession tumbled into the Precincts. The Cathedral sprang into light; on all the hills the bonfires were blazing.
Black figures scattered like dwarfs, pigmies, giants about the grass. The torches tossed and whirled and danced.
The Cathedral rose from the darkness, triumphant in gold and fire.