What do you remember of your old home, Eastdean ?" Now the thoughts of old days there that had sprung afresh in my mind in the parting with Owen, made me ready to answer that at once.
"Little, my King.

I was but ten years old when we fled," I answered therefore.
"That is likely.

But would you go back there?
As the Thane of Eastdean, I mean; for I know that you would wish to see the place where your father lies." I could not answer him this at once, for it was indeed a matter that needed thought.

So I said, and he turned to his writings with a nod and left me to myself.
In all these thoughts of mine, pleasant as they were with some memories, it had never come to me to wish that the lands were mine again.

Save for that one thing of which Ina spoke, and for the pleasantness of seeing old scenes again, I had never cared to go back.