From kingdoms of the Inner Lands the young men stole constantly away. One by one they went, and no one knew why they went save that they had a longing to behold the Sea. Of this longing they spoke little, but a young man would become silent for a few days, and then, one morning very early, he would slip away and climb Poltarnee's difficult slope, and having attained the top pass over and never return. none that had ever climbed Poltarnees from the very earliest times had ever come back again.