He ran forward, but a weakness was on him; he was somewhat hungry andthirsty-and the sword was weighty. Presently, as he went, he saw a stonewell near a cottage by the roadside. 0n a ledge of the well stood abucket of water. He tilted the bucket and drank. He would have liked toask for cheese at the cottage-door, but he exclaimed to himself, Why should heeat, for was he not going to die? Yet why should he not eat, even if hewere going to die? He turned his head wistfully, he was so faint withhunger. The force driving him on, however, was greater than hunger--heran harder. . . . But undoubtedly the sword was weighty!