"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkenss." ~

Fair speech may hide a foul heart.

It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

The wise speak only of what they know.

Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.