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。
  Thentheywentalongtheedgeofthecliffamileoneachsideofthesaidtoft,andthenfindingnaughtelsetonote,naughtsavethegrassandthesea,theycamebacktothatplaceofthetoken,andsatdownonthegrassofthetoft。
  Itwasnowevening,andthesunwassettingbeyondthem,buttheycouldbeholdakindofstaircutinthesideofthecliff,andonthefirststepwhereofwasthetokendone;whereforetheyknewthattheywerebiddentogodownbythesaidstair;
  butitseemedtoleadnowhither,savestraightintothesea。
  AndwhilesitcameintoRalph’smindthatthiswasnaughtbutamock,asiftobidthehaplessseekerscastthemselvesdownfromtheearth,andbedonewithitforever。
  Butinanycasetheymightnottrytheadventureofthatstairbythefailinglight,andwiththenightlongbeforethem。
  Sowhentheyhadhoppledtheirhorses,andleftthemtograzeattheirwillonthesweetgrassofthemeadow,theylaidthemdownbehindthegreentoft,and,beingforwearied,itwasnolongtimeeretheytwainsleptfastattheuttermostendoftheworld。
  NowTheyDrinkoftheWellattheWorld’sEndRalphawokefromsomefoolishmorningdreamofUpmeads,wonderingwherehewas,orwhatfamiliarvoicehadcriedouthisname:thenheraisedhimselfonhiselbow,andsawUrsulastandingbeforehimwithflushedfaceandsparklingeyes,andshewaslookingoutseaward,whileshecalledonhisname。
  Sohesprangupandstrovewiththeslumberthatstillhungabouthim,andashiseyesclearedhelookeddown,andsawthatthesea,whichlastnighthadwashedthefaceofthecliff,hadnowebbedfarout,andleftbarebetwixtthebillowsandthecliffsomehalfmileofblacksand,withrocksofthelikehuerisingoutofithereandthere。
  Butjustbelowtheplacewheretheystood,rightupagainstthecliff,wasbuildedbyman’shandofhugestonesagarthofpound,thewallwhereofwassomesevenfeethigh,andthepoundwithinthewalloffortyfeetspaceendlongandoverthwart;
  andthesaidpoundwasfilledwiththewatersofaspringthatcameforthfromthefaceofthecliffastheydeemed,thoughfromabovetheymightnotseetheissuethereof;
  butthewaterranseawardfromthepoundbysomewayunseen,andmadeawidestreamthroughtheblacksandoftheforeshore:
  buteverthegreatbasinfilledsomewhatfasterthanitvoided,sothatitranovertheliponallsides,makingathinveiloverthehugeashlar-stonesofthegarth。
  Thedaywasbrightandfairwithnowind,savelightairsplayingaboutfromthewestwardort,andallthingsgleamedandglitteredinthesun。
  Ralphstoodstillamoment,andthenstretchedabroadhisarms,andwithagreatsobcastthemroundaboutthebodyofhisbeloved,andstrainedhertohisbosomashemurmuredabouther,THEWELL
  ATTHEWORLD’SEND。Butsheweptforjoyasshefawneduponhim,andletherhandsbeatuponhisbody。
  Butwhentheyweresomewhatcalmedoftheirecstasyofjoy,theymadereadytogodownbythatrockystair。Andfirsttheydidofftheirarmourandothergear,andwhentheywerenakedtheydidonthehallowedraimentwhichtheyhadoutofthearkintheHouseoftheSorceress;andsocladgatthemdowntherock-hewnstair,Ralphgoingfirst,lestthereshouldbeanybrokenplace;
  butnaughtwasamisswiththosehardblackstones,andtheycamesafelytoalevelplaceoftherock,whencetheycouldseethefaceofthecliff,andhowthewatersoftheWellcamegushingforthfromahollowthereininagreatswellingwaveasclearasglass;
  andthesunglistenedinitandmadeafoam-bowaboutitsedges。
  Butabovetheissueofthewaterstheblackrockhadbeensmoothedbyman’sart,andthereonwasgraventheSwordandtheBough,andaboveitthesewords,towit:
  Sotheylookedlongandwondered;andUrsulasaid:“Deemestthou,myfriend,thatanyhavecomethusfarandforbornetodrink?”
  SaidRalph:“Surelynoteventheexceedingwisemightrememberthebitternessofhiswisdomashestoodhere。”
  Thenhelookedonherandhisfacegrewbrightbeyondmeasure,andcriedout:
  “Olove,love!whytarrywe?ForyetIfearlestwebecometoolate,andthoudiebeforemineeyesereyetthouhastdrunken。”
  “Yea。”shesaid,“andIalsofearforthee,thoughthyfaceisruddyandthineeyessparkle,andthouartaslovelyastheCaptainoftheLord’shosts。”
  Thenshelaughed,andherlaughterwasassilverbellsrungtunably,andshesaid:“Butwhereisthecupforthedrinking?”
  ButRalphlookedonthefaceofthewall,andabouttheheightofhishandsawsquaremarksthereon,asthoughtherewereanambrye;andamidstthesquarewasaknopoflatten,allgreenwiththeweatherandthesaltspray。
  SoRalphsethishandtotheknopanddrewstrongly,andloitwasadoormadeofasquaredstonehungonbrazenhinges,anditopenedeasilytohim,andwithinwasacupofgoldsmith’swork,withtheswordandtheboughdonethereon;androundabouttherimwritthisposey:
  “THESTRONGOFHEARTSHALLDRINKFROMME。”SoRalphtookitandhelditaloftsothatitspuremetalflashedinthesun,andhesaid:
  “Thisisforthee,Sweetling。”
  “Yea,andforthee。”shesaid。
  Nowthatlevelplace,orbench-tablewentuptotheverygushingandgreenbowofthewater,soRalphtookUrsula’shandandledheralong,shegoingalittleafterhim,tillhewasclosetotheWell,andstoodamidstthespray-bowthereof,sothathelookedverilylikeoneofthepaintedangelsonthechoirwallofSt。LaurenceofUpmeads。
  Thenhereachedforthhishandandthrustthecupintothewater,holdingitstoutlybecausethegushofthestreamwasstrong,sothatthewateroftheWellsplashedalloverhim,wettingUrsula’sfaceandbreastwithal:
  andhefeltthatthewaterwassweetwithoutanysaltnessofthesea。
  ButheturnedtoUrsulaandreachedoutthefullcuptoher,andsaid:
  “Sweetling,callahealthoverthecup!”
  Shetookitandsaid:“Tothylife,beloved!”anddrankwithal,andhereyeslookedoutofthecupthewhile,likeachild’swhenhedrinketh。Thenshegavehimthecupagainandsaid:
  “Drink,andtarrynot,lestthoudieandIlive。”
  ThenRalphplungedthecupintothewatersagain,andheheldthecupaloft,andcriedout:“TotheEarth,andtheWorldofManfolk!”
  andtherewithhedrank。
  Foraminutethentheyclungtogetherwithinthespray-bowoftheWell,andthenshetookhishandandledhimbacktothemidstofthebench-table,andheputthecupintotheambrye,andshutitupagain,andthentheysatthemdownonthewidestoftheplatformundertheshadowofajuttingrock;
  forthesunwashot;andtherewithalasweetwearinessbegantostealoverthem,thoughtherewasspeechbetwixtthemforalittle,andRalphsaid:
  “Howisitwiththee,beloved?”
  “Owellindeed。”shesaid。
  Quothhe:“AndhowtastethtotheethewateroftheWell?”
  Slowlyshespakeandsleepily:“Ittastedgood,andasifthylovewereblendedwithit。”
  Andshesmiledinhisface;buthesaid:“OnethingIwonderover:
  howshallwewotifwehavedrunkaright?Forwhereasifweweresickoroldandfailing,orill-liking,andwerenowpresentlyhealedofallthis,andbecomestrongandfairtolookon,thenshouldweknowitforsure——
  butnow,though,asIlookonthee,Ibeholdtheethefairestofallwomen,andonthyfaceisnotokenoftoilandtravail,andthewearinessoftheway;
  andthoughtheheart-acheoflonelinessandcaptivity,andtheshameofUtterbolhasleftnomarkuponthee——yethastthounotalwaysbeensweettomyeyes,andassweetasmightbe?Andhowthen?”……Buthebrokeoffandlookedonherandshesmiledupontheloveinhiseyes,andhisheadfellbackandhesleptwithacalmandsmilingface。
  Andsheleanedoverhimtokisshisfacebuteventherewithherowneyesclosedandshelaidherheaduponhisbreast,andsleptaspeacefullyashe。
  NowTheyHaveDrunkandAreGladLongtheyslepttilltheshadowswerefallingfromthewest,andtheseawasflowingfastagainoverthesandsbeneaththem,thoughtherewasstillagreatspacebarebetwixtthecliffandthesea。
  ThenspakeUrsulaasifRalphhadbutjustleftspeaking;andshesaid:
  “Yea,dearlord,andIalsosay,that,lovelyasthouartnow,neverhastthoubeenaughtelsebutlovelytome。Buttellme,hastthouhadanyscarofahurtuponthybody?Forifnowthatweregone,surelyitshouldbeatokenoftherenewalofthylife。
  Butifitbenotgone,thentheremayyetbeanothertoken。”
  Thenhestooduponhisfeet,andshecriedout:
  “Obutthouartfairandmighty,whonowshalldaregainsaythee?
  Whoshallnotlongforthee?”
  SaidRalph:“Look,love!howtheseacomesoverthesandlikethecreepingofaslywood-snake!Shallwegohenceandturnfromtheocean-seawithoutwettingourbodiesinitswaters?”
  “Letusgo。”shesaid。
  Sotheywentdownontothelevelsands,andalongtheedgesofthesweet-waterstreamthatflowedfromtheWell;andRalphsaid:
  “Beloved,Iwilltelltheeofthatwhichthouhastaskedme:
  whenIwasbutaladofsixteenwintersthererodemena-liftingintoUpmeads,andNicholasLongshanks,whoisawisemanofwar,gatheredforceandwentagainstthem,andImustneedsridebesidehim。
  Nowwecametoourabove,andputthethievestotheroad;
  butinthehurlyIgotaclawfromthewar-beast,forthestrokeofaswordshearedmeoffsomewhatfrommyshoulder:
  belikethouhastseenthescarandloathedit。”
  “Itisnaughtloathsome。”shesaid,“foraladtobeaboldwarrior,norforagrownmantothinklightlyofthememoryofdeathdrawnnearforthefirsttime。Yea,Ihavenoteditbutletmeseenowwhathasbefallenwithit。”
  Asshespoketheywerecometoasaltpoolinarockybightontheirrighthand,whichthetidewasfillingspeedily;andRalphspake:
  “Seenow,thisisthebathofthewateroftheoceansea。”
  Sotheywerespeedilynakedandplayinginthewater:
  andUrsulatookRalphbythearmandlookedtohisshoulderandsaid:
  “Omyladofthepaleedges,whereisgonethyglory?
  Thereisnomarkofthesword’spilgrimageonthyshoulder。”
  “Nay,none?”quothhe。
  “None,none!”shesaid,“Didstthousaytheverysoothofthyhurtinthebattle,Opoorladofmine?”“Yea,thesooth。”saidhe。
  Thenshelaughedsweetlyandmerrilylikethechuckleofafluteovertheripplingwaters,thatrosehigherandhigheraboutthem,andsheturnedhereyesaskanceandlookedadowntoherownsleekside,andlaidherhandonitandlaughedagain。ThensaidRalph:
  “Whatistoward,beloved?Forthylaughisratherofjoythatofmirthalone。”
  Shesaid:“Osmooth-skinnedwarrior,OLilyandRoseofbattle;
  hereonmysideyesterdaywasthetokenofthehart’stynethatgoredmewhenIwasayoungmaidenfiveyearsago:
  looknowandpitythemaidenthatlayonthegrassoftheforest,andthewoodmana-passingbydeemedherdeadfiveyearsago。”
  Ralphstoopeddownastheripplewashedawayfromher,thensaid:
  “Insoothhereisnomarknorblemish,butthebesthandiworkofGod,aswhenhefirstmadeawomanfromthesideoftheAncientFatherofthefieldofDamask。Butloyoulove,howswiftthetidecomethup,andIlongtoseethyfeetonthegreengrass,andIfearthesea,lestitstirthejoyoverstronglyinourheartsandwebenotabletoescapefromitswaves。”
  Sotheywentupfromoutofthewater,anddidonthehallowedraimentfragrantwithstrangeherbs,andpassedjoyfullyupthesandtowardsthecliffanditsstair;andspeedilywithal,forsosoonastheywerecladagain,thelittlerippleoftheseawasnightouchingtheirfeet。
  Astheywent,theynotedthatthewatersoftheWellflowedseawardfromtheblack-walledpoundbythreearchedopeningsinitsouterface,andtheybeheldthemason’swork,howgoodlyitwas;foritwasasifithadbeencutoutofthefootofamountain,sowelljointedwereitsstones,anditswallssolidagainstanystormthatmightdriveagainstit。
  Theyclimbedthestair,andsatthemdownonthegreengrassawhilewatchingtheoceancominginoverthesandandtherocks,andRalphsaid:
  “Iwilltellthee,sweetling,thatIamgrowneagerfortheroad;
  thoughtrueitisthatwhilesIwasdownyonderamidsttherippleoftheseaIlongedfornaughtbutthee,thoughthouwertbesideme,andthyjoyouswordswereasfiretotheheartofmylove。
  ButnowthatIamonthegreengrassoftheearthIcalledtomindadreamthatcametomewhenwesleptafterthepreciousdraughtoftheWell:
  formethoughtthatIwasstandingbeforetheporchoftheFeast-hallofUpmeadsandholdingthinehand,andtheancientHousespaketomewiththevoiceofaman,greetingboththeeandme,andpraisingthygoodlinessandvaliancy。Surelythenitiscallingmetodeeds,andifitwerebutmorning,asitisnowdrawingtowardssunset,wewouldmountandbegonestraightway。”
  “Surely。”shesaid,“thouhastdrunkoftheWell,andthefearoftheehasalreadyenteredintotheheartsofthyfoemenfaraway,evenastheloveoftheeconstrainethmeasIliebythyside;
  butsinceitiseveningandsunset,letitbeevening,andletthemorningseetoitsownmatters。Sonowletusbepilgrimsagain,andeatthemealofpilgrims,andseetoourhorses,andthenwanderaboutthislovelywildernessanditsgreenmeads,wherenosonofmanheedeththewildthings,tillthenightcome,bringingtoustherestandthesleepofthemthathaveprevailedovermanytroubles。”
  Evensotheydid,andbrokebreadabovethesea,andlookedtotheirhorses,andthenwenthandinhandaboutthegoodlygreenbentsbetwixttheseaandtheroughofthemountain;
  anditwasthefairestandsoftestofsummerevenings;
  andthedeerofthatplace,bothlittleandgreat,hadnofearofman,butthehartandhindcametoUrsula’shand;
  andthethrushespercheduponhershoulder,andtheharesgambolledtogetherclosetothefeetofthetwain;sothatitseemedtothemthattheyhadcomeintotheveryGardenofGod;
  andtheyforgatallthemanymilesofthewasteandthemountainthatlaybeforethem,andtheyhadnothoughtforthestrifeoffoemenandthethwartingofkindred,thatbelikeawaitedthemintheirownland,buttheythoughtoftheloveandhappinessofthehourthatwaspassing。
  Sosweetlytheyworethroughthelastminutesoftheday,andwhenitwasasdarkasitwouldbeinthatfairseason,theylaydownbythegreenknollattheendingoftheland,andwerelulledtosleepbythebubblingoftheWellattheWorld’sEnd。