At length I found, as it were, a crack in the stone thrice as wide as a man can jump, and in length half a spear's throw, and near this crack stood great stones blackened by fire, and beneath them broken pots and a knife of flint.

I looked down into the crack--it was very deep, and green with moss, and tall ferns grew about in it, for the damp gathered there.

There was nothing else.

I had dreamed a lying dream.

I turned to go, then found another mind, and climbed down into the cleft, pushing aside the ferns.