Chapter XL: Book FOUR: The Oldest Road of All

"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,
Our ship must sail the faem;
The king's daughter o' Noroway,
'Tis we must fetch her hame."

_SIR PATRICK SPENS._

"All quests end here, all voyagings, all ventures:
Is not my white breast haven to your sail?"

_THE WAVE'S SONG._