me know what ye know thereof already."

Quoth Ralph: "For me, little enough I know, save that I must come to
the Rock of the Fighting Man, and that thou knowest the way thither."

"And thou, damsel," quoth the long-hoary, "what knowest thou? Must I
tell thee of the way through the mountains and the Wall of the World,
and the Winter Valley, and the Folk Innocent, and the Cot on the Way,
and the Forest of Strange Things and the Dry Tree?"

"Nay," she said, "of all this I wot somewhat, but it may be not enough."

Said the Sage: "Even so it was with me, when a many years ago I dwelt
nigh to Swevenham, and folk sought to me for lore, and I told them what
I knew; but maybe it was not enough, for they never came back; but died
belike or ever they had seen the Well. And then I myself, when I was
gotten very old, fared thither a-seeking it, and I found it; for I was
one of those who bore the chaplet of the seekers. And now I know all,
and can teach all. But tell me, damsel, whence hadst thou this lore?"

Said Ursula: "I had it of a very fair woman who, as it seemeth, was
Lady and Queen of the Champions of Hampton under the Scaur, not far
from mine own land."

"Yea," quoth the Sage, "and what hath befallen her? ... Nay, nay," said
he, "I need not ask; for I can see by your faces that she is dead.
Therefore hath she been slain, or otherwise she had not been dead. So
I ask you if ye were her friends?"

Quoth Ursula; "Surely she was my friend, since she befriended me; and
this man I deem was altogether her friend."

Ralph hung his head, and the Sage gazed on him, but said naught. Then
he took a hand of each of them in his hands, and held them a while
silently, and Ralph was still downcast and sad, but Ursula looked on
him fondly.

Then spake the Sage: "So it is, Knight, that now I seem to understand
what manner of man thou art, and I know what is between you two;
whereof I will say naught, but will let the tree grow according to its
seed. Moreover, I wot now that my friend of past years would have me
make you both wise in the lore of the Well at the World's End; and when
I have done this, I can do no more, but let your good hap prevail if so
it may. Abide a little, therefore."

Then he went unto an ark, and took thence a book wrapped in a piece of
precious web of silk and gold, and bound in cuir-bouilly wrought in
strange devices. Then said he: "This book was mine heritage at
Swevenham or ever I became wise,