You too will follow, brother, to where the hawks wheel and the streams fall in vapour.

There we shall find death or love, I know not which, but it will be a great finding.

The gods have written it on my heart." Then he turned and strode away, and I did not dare to question him.
There was that about him which stirred my prosaic soul into a wild poetry, till for the moment I saw with his eyes, and heard strange voices in the trees.
Apart from these uncanny moods he was the most faithful helper in my task.

Without him I must have been a mere child.

I could not read the lore of the forest; I could not have found my way as he found it through pathless places.