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           Then,whenhewasnighuntodeath,lo!throughthesavagegloomtherecametohimastatelymaiden,andtookhimbythehandandledhimonthroughdeviouspaths,unknowntoanyman,untiluponthedarknessofthewoodtheredawnedalightsuchasthelightofdaywasuntobutasalittlelampuntothesun; and,inthatwondrouslight,ourway-wornknightsawasinadreamavision,andsoglorious,sofairthevisionseemed,thatofhisbleedingwoundshethoughtnomore,butstoodasoneentranced,whosejoyisdeepasisthesea,whereofnomancantellthedepth. 

           Andthevisionfaded,andtheknight,kneelingupontheground,thankedthegoodsaintwhointothatsadwoodhadstrayedhissteps,sohehadseenthevisionthatlaytherehid. 

           AndthenameofthedarkforestwasSorrow; butofthevisionthatthegoodknightsawthereinwemaynotspeaknortell.