But there be evil things in yonder city also, though they be not fays nor devils, or it is like to no city that I wot of.

And in every city shall foes grow up to us without rhyme or reason, and life therein shall be tangled unto us." "Yea," she said; "but in the wilderness amongst the devils, what was to be done by manly might or valiancy?
There hadst thou to fall back upon the guile and wizardry which I had filched from my very foes.

But when we come down yonder, then shall thy valiancy prevail to cleave the tangle for us.

Or at the least, it shall leave a tale of thee behind, and I shall worship thee." He laughed, and his face grew brighter: "Mastery mows the meadow," quoth he, "and one man is of little might against many.

But I promise thee I shall not be slothful before thee.".