And held the glass for more. “Your land ... your land
Of dreams,” he said. “All lies!... I understand
More than I did. Yes, water. I’ve the thirst
Of hell itself. Your magic’s all accursed.”
12
When he had drunk again he rose and stood,
Pallid and cold with sleep. “By God,” he said,
“You did me wrong to send me to that wood.
I sought a living spirit and found instead
Bogys and wraiths.” The Master raised his head