There was an old tin dipper, wired to the rock above a liitle alcove, where the water gathered... and then spilled over, down... "You can take a drink"... She said... "But"..... and before she could say another word, he had brought the brimming dipper to his mouth and drank it half down..... "But".she went on...".. You consider that there is a spell to this place... and , whether you travel the world oer...., you will always remember this drink... and you will want, so... to come back..... It is the magic , that however long you search and how far.... you will never find it again..." He wiped the drops from his beard with a half grin... filled the dipper and drank his fill. 'So, i suppose that you have drank this water... then, so how did you find it now?.... "Im a witch, silly..." she said"... we know about there this things:.....