“You helped,” they told him.
He did not remember. “And the child?”
“The little Gleam is all right. All is well with us, Bellair.”
Something of the encounter returned now. “I do not belong here with you,” he said. “The thing—at the last—came for me——”
Then he realised how absurd this would sound—as if some ogre had come. Yet they understood.
“I thought it had come for me,” the woman answered quietly. “I said that, and he——”she turned with a smile to the preacher,“—and he said the same—that it had come for him. We will forget that. Something freed us——”
Bellair turned to the child.
“It was the little Gleam who freed us,” Fleury said.
“How did you get that name?” Bellair asked.
“You said it.”