Owen had not spoken of the lands that should have been mine for years, and even as he talked with me and Gerent he had not seemed to remember that old loss at all.

Gerent had done so, saying that I should be back there, but even that did not stir me now.

I was of the court, and here I had my place, and all my life was knit with the ways of the atheling guard and the ordering of the house-carles under Owen.

If I were to turn from all this to become a forest thane it would be banishment.
And then I thought of Owen, and how this would take me yet farther from him.

I would sooner, if I must be sent from Ina, go to him and find what home I might on the lands of Tregoz in wild Dartmoor.