Goldmund kne oo rest and spend t in one of to  until tomorroac took omed to it. It did not  taste on ter day; it smelled strongly of , and yet tness of it, its great expanse, its merciless  comforting and sooto .

    il  tired. My riding days are over, . Otle snoance t fused e silence stretco t  poor, anguis?  bitterly sorry for  of enderly as ed under a bare, lonely ased marsiff-legged, ood up, forced o a brisk pace; t of to be drot across t an end to   a question of tions, no matter e and beautiful; it ion of keeping alive, of reac for t in time, of getting table en or a fox, and not giving out too soon, in tant.

    ant ing knife in  and slipped off ts stable; stubbornly it ed,  actual fear, but very tense and curious,  beating faster. For a second a t s t;If I killed t; But ery eyes and to laugo murder to  of stone. ed enderly patted s  neck; it recognized ely.

    quot;; he asked.

    quot;to you,quot; laugeet;Youve run a good distance. I cant stay; Im only o give you regards and t;

    quot;Regards from w;

    quot;From Lady Lydia. ell, you certainly gave us a nasty day, Master Goldmund, I o get a not kno Ive been gone, and  could cost me my neck. ;

    ook it.

    quot;I say,  o s t you mig;

    quot;Bread? I mig.quot; s and pulled out a piece of black bread. ted to ride off again.

    quot;; asked Goldmund. quot;Didnt stle letter?quot;

    quot;Not. torm at told me to give you t to get back no;

    quot;All rig, just a moment mo