ThenwasRalphexceedinggladofherwords，andtheSagelaughedinwardlywhenhebeheldthemthus。
Sotheycameadownfromtherockandlaydownpresentlyunderthefieryheavens：andtheirsoulswerecomfortedbythesoundofthehorsescroppingthegrasssoclosetotheirears，thatitbrokethevoiceoftheearth-fires’thunder，thateverandanonrolledoverthegreyseaamidstwhichtheylay。
Onthemorrowtheystillrodethelavaliketoclinkers，anditrosehigheraboutthem，tillsuddenlynighsunsetitendedataturnoftheirwindingroad，andnaughtlaybetwixtthemandthatmightynessofthemountains，saveawidegrassyplain，hereandthereswellingintolowwiderisingsnottobecalledhills，andbesprinkledwithcopsesofbushes，andwithtreesneithergreatnorhigh。ThenspaketheSage：
“Herenowwillwerest，andbymywillto-morrowalso，thatyourbeastsmaygrazetheirfillofthesweetgrassoftheseunwardedmeadows。
whichfeedethmanyaherdunownedofman，albeittheypayaquit-renttowildthingsthatbemightierthanthey。