The hermit showed Ewan a path
which led under the cliff, into the wood,
and on to a thorn tree beneath which was a well-spring.
He bade Ewan return to him at night-fall with his visions…
“Become not weary of looking,” he said, “what you seek lies
within the purvey of spirits, and that takes time.”
So Ewan took the path and found the well-spring,
which had been furnished with a hexagonal stone well-head.
He peered over the rim of the well-head and into the water,
but all he could see was his own visgae and the thorn tree behind it.
Three times Ewan peered into the well and he looked longer
and harder each time until just as he was wearying of the endeavour,
the water in the well, clouded and cleared so that it was as if
he was peering into another world.