BOOK FOUR

THE OLDEST ROAD OF ALL

"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter o' Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame."

_SIR PATRICK SPENS._

"All quests end here, all voyagings, all ventures: Is not my white breast haven to your sail?"

_THE WAVE'S SONG._