One evening Drinian said to the Prince， “Your Highness ust soon give over seeking the worm. There is no true engeance on a witless brute as there might be on a man. ou weary yourself in vain.” The Prince answered him， My Lord， I have almost forgotten the worm this seven ays.“ Drinian asked him why， if that were so， he rode so ontinually in the northern woods. “My lord，” said the rince， “I have seen there the most beautiful thing that was ver made.” “Fair Prince，” said Drinian， “of your courtesy t me ride with you tomorrow， that I also may see this fair hing.” “With a good will，” said Rilian.
