Meantime, while he revolved the subject in his mind, he visited the river and the shore of the great Lake, this time accompanied by ten spears.  The second visit only increased his admiration of the place and his desire to take possession of it.  He ascended a tall larch, from whose boughs he had a view out over the Lake; the shore seemed to go almost directly west.  There were no islands, and no land in sight; the water was open and clear.  Next day he started for the sea; he wished to see it for its own sake, and, secondly, because if he could trace the trend of the shore, he would perhaps be able to put together a mental map of the country, and so assure himself of the right route to pursue when he started for Thyma Castle.

His guides took him directly south, and in three marches (three days) brought him to the strand.  This journey was not in a straight line; they considered it was about five-and-thirty or forty miles to the sea, but the country was covered with almost impenetrable forests, which compelled a circuitous path.  They had also to avoid a great ridge of hills, and to slip through a pass or river valley, because these hills were frequently traversed by the gipsies who were said, indeed, to travel along them for hundreds of miles.  Through the river valley, therefore, which wound between the hills, they approached the sea, so much on a level with it that Felix did not catch a distant glimpse.

In the afternoon of the third day they heard a low murmur, and soon afterwards came out from the forest itself upon a wide bed of shingle, thinly bordered with scattered bushes on the inland side.  Climbing over this, Felix saw the green line of the sea rise and extend itself on either hand; in the glory of the scene he forgot his anxieties and his hopes, they fell from him together, leaving the mind alone with itself and love.  For the memory of Aurora rendered the beauty before him still more beautiful; love, like the sunshine, threw a glamour over the waves.  His old and highest thoughts returned to him in all their strength.  He must follow them, he could not help himself.  Standing where the foam came nearly to his feet, the resolution to pursue his aspirations took possession of him as strong as the sea.  When he turned from it, he said to himself, “This is the first step homewards to her; this is the first step of my renewed labour.”  To fulfil his love and his ambition was one and the same thing.  He must see her, and then again endeavour with all his abilities to make himself a position which she could share.

Towards the evening, leaving his escort, he partly ascended the nearest slope of the hills to ascertain more perfectly than was possible at a lower level the direction in which the shore trended.  It was nearly east and west, and as the shore of the inland lake ran west, it appeared that between them there was a broad belt of forest.  Through this he must pass, and he thought if he continued due west he should cross an imaginary line drawn south from his own home through Thyma Castle; then by turning to the north he should presently reach that settlement.  But when he should cross this line, how many days’ travelling it would need to reach it, was a matter of conjecture, and he must be guided by circumstances, the appearance of the country, and his hunter’s instinct.