there was a greenish light about them, and in places they could see some distance to either side of the path. yet the light only showed them endless lines of straight grey trunks like the pillars of some huge twilight hall. there was a breath of air and a noise of wind, but it had a sad sound. a few leaves came rustling down to remind them that outside autumn was coming on. their feet ruffled among the dead leaves of countless other autumns that had drifted over the banks of the path from the deep red carpets of the forest.