And when I went out as the vision bade me, I could see nought but this rock newly fallen, and was downcast.

And so, from the cliff rolled a little stone and smote it, and it rang, and I knew the gift.

To my hearing it has a sweeter voice than the bell made with hands." Then he showed me his well, roofed in with flat stones because the birds would wash in it, and so close to the sea salt that it seemed altogether wonderful that the water was fresh and sweet.

And then I saw that the cell did indeed stretch from side to side of the narrow cleft down which I had come, so that each end of the building was of living rock.
"I built it with my own hands, my son," he said.

"I cannot tell how long ago that was, for time is nought to me, but it was many years.
Once I wore arms and had another name, but that also I care not to recall." Then there came footsteps from above us, and looking up I saw a man in a rough fisher's dress coming in haste down the long flight of rock-hewn steps that led from the cliff top down the cleft to the door that I had found last night, and soon we heard him calling to the hermit.
Govan left me, and went through the cell to speak with him, but was back very shortly.
"Howel the prince is coming hither," he said.