Like ghosts they wandered, crost and then re-crost,
Nor pathway saw to forward move or back,
Nor means of exit found, nor even a desert-track.
XVIII.
“Cheer up, my friends,” said Nial; “whom the foe
“Hath ne’er made flinch the forest shall not quell.
“Full many a pine-branch waves at hand to show
“The way—no torch so fitly or so well.”
Then many a pine-branch torn, with resinous smell