"I will travel further," many said:

"This man lies, for the road ends here."

And he that travelled to the End hath told that when the thunder was
heard upon the road there arose the sound of the voices of all the
priests as far as he could hear, crying:

"Hearken to Shilo"--"Hear Mush"--"Lo! Kynash"--"The voice of
Sho"--"Mynarthitep is angry"--"Hear the word of Slig!"

And far away along the road one cried to the traveller that Sheenath
stirred in his sleep.

O King this is very doleful. It is told that that traveller came at
last to the utter End and there was a mighty gulf, and in the darkness
at the bottom of the gulf one small god crept, no bigger than a hare,
whose voice came crying in the cold:

"I know not."

And beyond the gulf was nought, only the small god crying.

And he that travelled to the End fled backwards for a great distance
till he came to temples again, and entering one where a priest cried:

"This is the End," lay down and rested on a couch. There Yush sat
silent, carved with an emerald tongue and two great eyes of sapphire,
and there many rested and were happy. And an old priest, coming from
comforting a child, came over to that traveller who had seen the End