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And
they
questioned
him
,
asking
him
what
had
befallen
him
:
and
he
told
them
how
in
the
dark
wood
he
had
lost
his
way
,
and
had
wandered
many
days
and
nights
,
till
,
torn
and
bleeding
,
he
had
lain
him
down
to
die
.
Then
,
when
he
was
nigh
unto
death
,
lo
!
through
the
savage
gloom
there
came
to
him
a
stately
maiden
,
and
took
him
by
the
hand
and
led
him
on
through
devious
paths
,
unknown
to
any
man
,
until
upon
the
darkness
of
the
wood
there
dawned
a
light
such
as
the
light
of
day
was
unto
but
as
a
little
lamp
unto
the
sun
;
and
,
in
that
wondrous
light
,
our
way-worn
knight
saw
as
in
a
dream
a
vision
,
and
so
glorious
,
so
fair
the
vision
seemed
,
that
of
his
bleeding
wounds
he
thought
no
more
,
but
stood
as
one
entranced
,
whose
joy
is
deep
as
is
the
sea
,
whereof
no
man
can
tell
the
depth
.
And
the
vision
faded
,
and
the
knight
,
kneeling
upon
the
ground
,
thanked
the
good
saint
who
into
that
sad
wood
had
strayed
his
steps
,
so
he
had
seen
the
vision
that
lay
there
hid
.
And
the
name
of
the
dark
forest
was
Sorrow
;
but
of
the
vision
that
the
good
knight
saw
therein
we
may
not
speak
nor
tell
.
I
woke
at
six
the
next
morning
;
and
found
George
awake
too
.
We
both
turned
round
,
and
tried
to
go
to
sleep
again
,
but
we
could
not
.
Had
there
been
any
particular
reason
why
we
should
not
have
gone
to
sleep
again
,
but
have
got
up
and
dressed
then
and
there
,
we
should
have
dropped
off
while
we
were
looking
at
our
watches
,
and
have
slept
till
ten
.
As
there
was
no
earthly
necessity
for
our
getting
up
under
another
two
hours
at
the
very
least
,
and
our
getting
up
at
that
time
was
an
utter
absurdity
,
it
was
only
in
keeping
with
the
natural
cussedness
of
things
in
general
that
we
should
both
feel
that
lying
down
for
five
minutes
more
would
be
death
to
us
.
George
said
that
the
same
kind
of
thing
,
only
worse
,
had
happened
to
him
some
eighteen
months
ago
,
when
he
was
lodging
by
himself
in
the
house
of
a
certain
Mrs.
Gippings
.
He
said
his
watch
went
wrong
one
evening
,
and
stopped
at
a
quarter-past
eight
.
He
did
not
know
this
at
the
time
because
,
for
some
reason
or
other
,
he
forgot
to
wind
it
up
when
he
went
to
bed
(
an
unusual
occurrence
with
him
)
,
and
hung
it
up
over
his
pillow
without
ever
looking
at
the
thing
.
It
was
in
the
winter
when
this
happened
,
very
near
the
shortest
day
,
and
a
week
of
fog
into
the
bargain
,
so
the
fact
that
it
was
still
very
dark
when
George
woke
in
the
morning
was
no
guide
to
him
as
to
the
time
.
He
reached
up
,
and
hauled
down
his
watch
.
It
was
a
quarter-past
eight
.
"
Angels
and
ministers
of
grace
defend
us
!
"
exclaimed
George
;
"
and
here
have
I
got
to
be
in
the
City
by
nine
.
Why
did
n't
somebody
call
me
?
Oh
,
this
is
a
shame
!
"
And
he
flung
the
watch
down
,
and
sprang
out
of
bed
,
and
had
a
cold
bath
,
and
washed
himself
,
and
dressed
himself
,
and
shaved
himself
in
cold
water
because
there
was
not
time
to
wait
for
the
hot
,
and
then
rushed
and
had
another
look
at
the
watch
.
Whether
the
shaking
it
had
received
in
being
thrown
down
on
the
bed
had
started
it
,
or
how
it
was
,
George
could
not
say
,
but
certain
it
was
that
from
a
quarter-past
eight
it
had
begun
to
go
,
and
now
pointed
to
twenty
minutes
to
nine
.
