Thereabout night overtook them, and it was dark, so they lay down in the waste, and comforted each other, and slept two or three hours, but arose with the first glimmer of dawn, and mounted and rode forth onward, that they might the sooner be out of that deadly desert, for fear clung to their hearts.

This day, forsooth, they found so many dead folk, that they might not stay to bury them, lest they themselves should come to lie there lacking burial.  So they made all the way they might, and rode on some hours by starlight after the night was come, for it was clear and cold.  So that at last they were so utterly wearied that they lay down amongst those dead folk, and slept soundly.

On the morrow morn Ralph awoke and saw Ursula sleeping peacefully as he deemed, and he looked about on the dreary desert and its dead men and saw no end to it, though they lay on the top of one of those stony bents; and he said softly to himself:  “Will it end at all then?  Surely all this people of the days gone by were Seekers of the Well as we be; and have they belike turned back from somewhere further on, and might not escape the desert despite of all?  Shall we turn now:  shall we turn? surely we might get into the kindly wood from here.”

So he spake; but Ursula sat up (for she was not asleep) and said:  “The perils of the waste being abundant and exceeding hard to face, would not the Sage or his books have told us of the most deadly?” Said Ralph:  “Yet here are all these dead, and we were not told of them, nevertheless we have seen the token on the rocks oft-times yesterday, so we are yet in the road, unless all this hath been but a snare and a betrayal.”

She shook her head, and was silent a little; then she said:  “Ralph, my lad, didst thou see this token (and she set hand to the beads about her neck) on any of those dead folk yesterday?” “Nay,” said Ralph, “though sooth to say I looked for it.”  “And I in likewise,” she said; “for indeed I had misgivings as the day grew old; but now I say, let us on in the faith of that token and the kindness of the Sage, and the love of the Innocent People; yea, and thy luck, O lad of the green fields far away, that hath brought thee unscathed so far from Upmeads.”

So they mounted and rode forth, and saw more and more of the dead folk; and ever and anon they looked to them to note if they wore the beads like to them but saw none so dight.  Then Ursula said:  “Yea, why should the Sage and the books have told us aught of these dead bodies, that are but as the plenishing of the waste; like to the flowers that are cast down before the bier of a saint on a holy-day to be trodden under foot by the churls and the vicars of the close.  Forsooth had they been alive now, with swords to smite withal, and hands to drag us into captivity, it had been another matter:  but against these I feel bold.”

Ralph sighed, and said:  “Yea, but even if we die not in the waste, yet this is piteous; so many lives passed away, so many hopes slain.”