The Wood Beyond the World
But on the fifth morrow the ground rose but little, and at last, when he had been going wearily a long while, and now, hard on noontide, his thirst grieved him sorely, he came on a spring welling out from under a high rock, the water wherefrom trickled feebly away. So eager was he to drink, that at first he heeded nought else; but when his thirst was fully quenched his eyes caught sight of the stream which flowed from the well, and he gave a shout, for lo! it was running south.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - antiquary - LibraryThing
This is on of William Morris's pioneering fantasies, or neo-medieval romances. While it is not my favorite of his tales(that is The Sundering Flood) it is an interesting precursor of the great 20th ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - DinadansFriend - LibraryThing
Dover chose to reprint this is the typeface designed by the author so it is high quality medieval fakery. The story whose language is very "White Company" fake medieval, still conveys the story quite ... Read full review