"I can be content with the court rather than with our wild Dartmoor, as you may guess.

But all these things are too hard for me, and how any man can plot against so wonderful looking a prince as Owen passes me.

I cannot but think that there is some mistake, and that my uncle has no hand in the affair.

That will be proved ere long, I do believe." I answered that indeed I hoped that it would prove so, and then asked for Morfed, the priest who had crossed with us, as I did not see him among the other clergy at the table.

She told me that he had left them, on foot, at the gate of Watchet, making his way westward, as she believed.