"If you will consent to keep Pope with you, to assist you in your mournful task, I will go—not otherwise," said Charles.
"Be it so, my liege," replied Careless.
During this colloquy, the boat was carried rapidly through the gorge, and had now reached the point where the chasm grew wider and the cliffs were further apart.
Looking out for a favourable point to land, Charles drew near the left bank of the river, and Pope, jumping ashore, quickly fastened the boat to a tree.
Charles followed, but for some time could not make up his mind to depart.
At last, however, he yielded to the entreaties of Careless, who besought him earnestly to go, urging that his stay would only endanger himself, and ascending the cliffs, he made his way alone through the woods to Abbots Leigh.
End of Book the Sixth.