So they went down on to the level sands, and along the edges of the sweet-water stream that flowed from the Well; and Ralph said:  “Beloved, I will tell thee of that which thou hast asked me:  when I was but a lad of sixteen winters there rode men a-lifting into Upmeads, and Nicholas Longshanks, who is a wise man of war, gathered force and went against them, and I must needs ride beside him.  Now we came to our above, and put the thieves to the road; but in the hurly I got a claw from the war-beast, for the stroke of a sword sheared me off somewhat from my shoulder:  belike thou hast seen the scar and loathed it.”

“It is naught loathsome,” she said, “for a lad to be a bold warrior, nor for a grown man to think lightly of the memory of death drawn near for the first time.  Yea, I have noted it but let me see now what has befallen with it.”

As she spoke they were come to a salt pool in a rocky bight on their right hand, which the tide was filling speedily; and Ralph spake:  “See now, this is the bath of the water of the ocean sea.”  So they were speedily naked and playing in the water:  and Ursula took Ralph by the arm and looked to his shoulder and said:  “O my lad of the pale edges, where is gone thy glory?  There is no mark of the sword’s pilgrimage on thy shoulder.”  “Nay, none?” quoth he.

“None, none!” she said, “Didst thou say the very sooth of thy hurt in the battle, O poor lad of mine?” “Yea, the sooth,” said he.  Then she laughed sweetly and merrily like the chuckle of a flute over the rippling waters, that rose higher and higher about them, and she turned her eyes askance and looked adown to her own sleek side, and laid her hand on it and laughed again.  Then said Ralph:  “What is toward, beloved?  For thy laugh is rather of joy that of mirth alone.”

She said:  “O smooth-skinned warrior, O Lily and Rose of battle; here on my side yesterday was the token of the hart’s tyne that gored me when I was a young maiden five years ago:  look now and pity the maiden that lay on the grass of the forest, and the woodman a-passing by deemed her dead five years ago.”

Ralph stooped down as the ripple washed away from her, then said:  “In sooth here is no mark nor blemish, but the best handiwork of God, as when he first made a woman from the side of the Ancient Father of the field of Damask.  But lo you love, how swift the tide cometh up, and I long to see thy feet on the green grass, and I fear the sea, lest it stir the joy over strongly in our hearts and we be not able to escape from its waves.”

So they went up from out of the water, and did on the hallowed raiment fragrant with strange herbs, and passed joyfully up the sand towards the cliff and its stair; and speedily withal, for so soon as they were clad again, the little ripple of the sea was nigh touching their feet.  As they went, they noted that the waters of the Well flowed seaward from the black-walled pound by three arched openings in its outer face, and they beheld the mason’s work, how goodly it was; for it was as if it had been cut out of the foot of a mountain, so well jointed were its stones, and its walls solid against any storm that might drive against it.