Here, then, I must bide this night, for, though the moon shone white and full in the sky, I dared not wend towards the plains alone with the wolves and the ghosts.

And if I dared not go alone, how much less should I dare to go bearing with me him who sat in the cleft of the rock! Nay, here I must bide, so I went out of the cave to the spring which flows from the rock on the right yonder and washed my wounds and drank.

Then I came back and sat in the mouth of the cave, and watched the light die away from the face of the world.

While it was dying there was silence, but when it was dead the forest awoke.

A wind sprang up and tossed it till the green of its boughs waved like troubled water on which the moon shines faintly.