Perhaps _I_ seek a brother over the mountains." I looked at him suspiciously.

"What dost thou mean ?" I asked; "what dost thou know of those mountains ?" "A little; a very little.

There is a strange land yonder, a land of witchcraft and beautiful things; a land of brave people, and of trees, and streams, and snowy peaks, and of a great white road.

I have heard of it.

But what is the good of talking?
It grows dark.