The youngest brother waited.
He waited long, but no one came.
Now the youngest brother was called Childe Rowland.
At last Childe Rowland went to his mother the queen and said:
"Mother, let me go and find the Dark Tower and bring home Ellen and my brothers."
"I cannot let you go. You are all that I have, now," said the queen.
But Childe Rowland asked again and again, till at last the queen said, "Go, my boy."
Then she gave him his father's sword, and he set out.
He went to the wise man and asked the way.