The light seemed to rise higher than elsewhere as if coming, from a far distant fire.

He turned, his back to the distant fire, and peered into the dark.

There he paused, staring out again, his large, dark eyes filled with the light of the distant fire.

But these new enemies, arriving, could find no target at which to open distant fire.

He finally turned his head to look at the distant fires.

Maybe the range was too short for such experts at distant fire.

He had seen the distant fires, but they were all out now.

He saw a bit of light, finally, just a glimmer from a distant fire.

As it was, he had only the distant fires to guide him.

Once, a distant fire lit the night, a burning village.