They collapsed, there at the crest of the hills, not because they were done and all used up—though they were—but because neither could grasp what they saw. And what they saw—even now, generations later—is a matter of debate.
Some say it was like the stream, on the banks of which wedes had built their nests for as long as anyone could remember. Others agree only in part—it was like that only different, they say, because it was so vast, and because it extended from horizon to horizon, like the sky. Still others talk of the racing giants, and the rolling mountains. But on one thing every account agrees: both Teller and Winder went a little mad at the sight, and each responded according to their nature. Winder by bounding down the slopes and over the barrier—a barrier taller than all the hous
