Ye who have come A long way to look upon me, drink of me, if ye deem that ye be strong enough in desire to bear length of days:  Or else drink not; but tell your friends and the kindreds of the earth how ye have seen A great marvel.

So they looked long and wondered; and Ursula said:  “Deemest thou, my friend, that any have come thus far and forborne to drink?”

Said Ralph:  “Surely not even the exceeding wise might remember the bitterness of his wisdom as he stood here.”

Then he looked on her and his face grew bright beyond measure, and cried out:  “O love, love! why tarry we?  For yet I fear lest we be come too late, and thou die before mine eyes ere yet thou hast drunken.”

“Yea,” she said, “and I also fear for thee, though thy face is ruddy and thine eyes sparkle, and thou art as lovely as the Captain of the Lord’s hosts.”

Then she laughed, and her laughter was as silver bells rung tunably, and she said:  “But where is the cup for the drinking?”

But Ralph looked on the face of the wall, and about the height of his hand saw square marks thereon, as though there were an ambrye; and amidst the square was a knop of latten, all green with the weather and the salt spray.  So Ralph set his hand to the knop and drew strongly, and lo it was a door made of a squared stone hung on brazen hinges, and it opened easily to him, and within was a cup of goldsmith’s work, with the sword and the bough done thereon; and round about the rim writ this posey:  “The strong of heart shall drink from me.”  So Ralph took it and held it aloft so that its pure metal flashed in the sun, and he said:  “This is for thee, Sweetling.”

“Yea, and for thee,” she said.

Now that level place, or bench-table went up to the very gushing and green bow of the water, so Ralph took Ursula’s hand and led her along, she going a little after him, till he was close to the Well, and stood amidst the spray-bow thereof, so that he looked verily like one of the painted angels on the choir wall of St. Laurence of Upmeads.  Then he reached forth his hand and thrust the cup into the water, holding it stoutly because the gush of the stream was strong, so that the water of the Well splashed all over him, wetting Ursula’s face and breast withal:  and he felt that the water was sweet without any saltness of the sea.  But he turned to Ursula and reached out the full cup to her, and said:  “Sweetling, call a health over the cup!”

She took it and said:  “To thy life, beloved!” and drank withal, and her eyes looked out of the cup the while, like a child’s when he drinketh.  Then she gave him the cup again and said:  “Drink, and tarry not, lest thou die and I live.”