"Your son stole out from the shadow of that wood, attacked me in a cowardly manner, and we fought.
He was mad when he attacked me, he fought like a madman, and, notwithstanding my superior strength, I was glad to get away alive.

I never touched his body.

It lay where he fell.

If he crept into the wood and died there, then his death was not at my door.

He sought for my life as I never sought for his." "You'd done him wrong," the woman muttered.
"That again is false.