Haste, haste!" So Hallblithe went down from the poop, and in to the waist, where now the rowers were bending to their oars, and crying out fiercely as they tugged at the quivering ash; and he clomb on to the forecastle and went forward right to the dragon-head, and gazed long upon the land, while the dashing of the oar-blades made the semblance of a gale about the ship's black sides.

Then he came back again to the Sea-eagle, who said to him: "Son, what hast thou seen ?" "Right ahead lieth the land, and it is still a good way off.

High rise the mountains there, but by seeming there is no snow on them; and though they be blue they are not blue like the mountains of the Isle of Ransom.
Also it seemed to me as if fair slopes of woodland and meadow come down to the edge of the sea.

But it is yet far away." "Yea," said the elder, "is it so?
Then will I not wear myself with making words for thee.

I will rest rather, and gather might.