Thenhemovedtotherightandsearched，peeringbehindstonesandbirch-bushes，tillpresentlyhehelduphishandandwhistled。Theypassedalongtheslopeandfoundhimstandingbyalittlestreamofwaterwhichwelledfrombeneathagreatrock。
“Hereistheplace。”themansaid。
“Iseenoplace。”answeredSwanhild。
“Still，itisthere，lady。”andheclimbedontotherock，drawingherafterhim。Atthebackofitwasahole，almostovergrownwithmoss。
“Hereisthepath。”hesaidagain。