A sunray struck her foreheadthe forehead was pure, she felt it.

No, I will just shake my soft beard of fine mist back and forth across the sky, a spectrum for the sunrays.

Nor was she in any degree cooled from it by a sight of the lost sheep striding up from the creek, the first level sunrays touching his tousled yellow hair, his face glowing, breathing his full of the wine-like air, and joyously showing in every move his faultless attunement with all outside himself.

A few seconds he held it so, with an eagerness that told of some sweet and mighty relief come to his soul,some illumination of grace that had seemed to be struck by the first sunrays from that hair into his wondering eyes.

"Halt, there!" Oriana glanced over her shoulder, and could see a sunray gleaming from something that he held in his right hand.