But here Beltane fell again to meditation and Roger likewise. So came they presently to the forest-road, and turning north towards Winisfarne they strode on, side by side, in silence profound and deep. And of a sudden upon this silence, rose a voice high-pitched and quavering: "O ye that have eyes, have pity--show mercy on one that is maimed and helpless, and creepeth ever in the dark."