timetheywereatthemountain-top，andcomingoverthebrowbeheldbeneaththemfairgreenslopesbesprinkledwithtrees，andbeyondthem，somethreeorfourmilesaway，thebluelandlessseaandoneitherhandofthemwastheseaalso，sothattheywerenigh-handattheendingofagreatness，andtherewasnaughtbeyondit；andnaughttodoiftheymissedtheWell，buttoturnbackbythewaytheyhadcome。
Nowwhentheysawthistheywereexceedinglymovedandtheylookedononeanother，andeachsawthattheotherwaspale，withglisteningeyes，sincetheyweretocometotheverypointoftheirdoom，andthatitshouldbeseenwhethertherewerenosuchthingastheWellinalltheearth，butthattheyhadbeenchasingafair-huedcloud；orelsetheirQuestshouldbeachievedandtheyshouldhavetheworldbeforethem，andtheyhappyandmighty，andofgreatworshipamidstallmen。
Littletheytarried，butgatthemdownthesteepofthemountain，andsolowerandlowertilltheywerecometogroundnighlevel；
andthenatlastitwasbutthus，thatwithoutanygreatrock-wallorgirdleofmarvellousandstrangeland，therewasanendofearth，withitsgrassandtreesandstreams，andabeginningoftheocean，whichstretchedawaychangeless，anditmightbeforever。
Wherethelandendedtherewasbutacliffoflessthananhundredfeetabovetheeddyingofthesea；andontheverypointofthenesswasalowgreentoftwithasquarestonesetatopofit，whereonastheydrewnightheysawthetokengraven，yeaoneachfacethereof。