“Soitis。”saidRalph；“butmenareoftmis-saidbythemthatknowthemnotthoroughly：andnow，ifitwereagoodwish，OSageofSwevenham，Iwerefaintofallinwiththebestofallthosechampions，atallmanandaproper，who，meseems，hadgood-willtowardme，Iknownotwhy。”
QuoththeSage：“Ifthoucanstnotseetheendofthiswishfulfilled，nomorecanI。Andyet，meseemssomethingmayfollowitwhichisakintogrief：becontentwiththingssodone，myson。”
NowRalphholdshispeace，andtheyspeedontheirway，UrsularidingclosebyRalph’sside，andcaressinghimwithlooks，andbytouchalsowhenshemight；andafterawhilehefelltotalkingagain，andeverinthesameloud，cheerfulvoice。
Tillatlast，inaboutanotherhour，theycameinsightofthestreamwhichrandowntowardtheSwellingFloodfromthatpoolwhereinersttheLadyofAbundancehadbathedherbeforethemurder。
HardlookedRalphonthestream，buthowsoeverhisheartmightachewiththememoryofthatpassedgrief，likeasthebodyacheswiththebruiseofyesterday’sblow，yethechangedcountenancebutlittle，andinhisvoicewasthesamecheerysound。