They forget the way beneath the trees, they lose their skill in horses.

If the fountain is choked, how shall the water run ?" A cold sneer came to the face of Gabriel Druse.

"The way beneath the trees!" he growled.

"The way of the open road is enough.

The way beneath the trees is the way of the thief, and the skill of the horse is the skill to cheat." "There is no other way.