And he took the fire that he had of Love the Lord, and spread it out,
and set faggots to it, and it blazed up broad and bright; and the folk
gathered round it, and held out their hands and warmed themselves at it,
and forgot the bitter wind.
Now the third man went his way also; and as he went he said to himself,
"How shall I keep my fire safe, that no fierce wind blow it out, and no
foul vapor stifle it? I know what I will do; I will hide it in my heart,
and so no harm can come to it." And he hid the fire in his heart, and
carried it so, and went on.
Now by and by those three came to the end of the way, and there waited
for them one in white, and his face veiled. He said to the first man,
"What of your fire?"
And the man said, "I found folk struggling in darkness, and I made a
torch of my fire, and showed them the way; now is it well-nigh wasted,
yet still it burns."