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I have spoken with him of what he had seen . '' `` And what was that ? '' asked Ringan , with eager eyes . `` He told of plains so great that it is a lifetime to travel over them , and of deserts where the eagle flying from the dawn dies of drought by midday , and of mountains so high that birds can not cross them but are changed by cold into stone , and of rivers to which our little waters are as reeds to a forest cedar . But especially he spoke of the fierce warriors that ride like the wind on horses . It seems , brother , that he who would reach that land must reach also the Hereafter . '' `` That 's the place for me , '' Ringan cried .