In that nook a thread of water trickled down into a hollow stone and made a little pool, and around the pool grew an ice-plant with thick round green leaves set close and notched on the edge, and a thin russet stalk, and little stars of white flowers sprinkled with red.  And hard by the pool stood a small rounded evergreen tree from which he had often gathered the orange-scarlet berries.  At the sight of these simple and familiar things the tears ran down Bresal's cheeks, half for joy and half for sorrow.