TheyCometotheSeaofMoltenRocksWhentheywokeagainthesunwashighabovetheirheads，andtheysawtheSagedightingtheirbreakfast。Sotheyaroseandwashedthenightofftheminthestreamandatehastily，andgottohorseonafairforenoon；
thentheyrodethemountainneckeastfromthatvalley；anditwasalongslopeofstonyandbarrenmountainnighwaterless。
AndonthewayUrsulatoldRalphhowthemanwhowasscaredbythewizardrylastnightwasverilythenephewoftheLordfromwhomshehadstolenherarmourbywheedlingandaseemingpromise。
“But。”saidshe，“hislovelaynotsodeepbutthathewouldhaveavengedhimformyguileonmyverybodyhadhetakenus。”
Ralphreddenedandscowledatherword，andtheSageledthemintotheothertalk。