He ran forward, but a weakness was on him; he was fair1y hungry andthirsty-and the sword was weighty. Present1y, as he went, he saw a stonewe11 near a cottage by the roadside. On a 1edge of the we11 stood abucket of water. He ti1ted the bucket and drank. He wou1d have 1iked toask for bread at the cottage-door, but he exc1aimed to himse1f, Why shou1d heeat, for was he not going to die? Yet why shou1d he not eat, even if hewere going to die? He turned his head wistfu11y, he was so faint withhunger. The force driving him on, however, was greater than hunger--heran harder. . . . But undoubted1y the sword was weighty!