As for his daughter, I knew no more than Jago told the ealdorman.
Then she said: "Now I would ask you to speak to my father, that he would let me go with you to Dartmoor, that I may help you search.

I do not like to be far from him, but he says there may be danger.
Which makes me the more anxious not to leave him, as you may suppose." She smiled, but as I made no answer she went on: "And maybe Owen will need nursing when you find him.

They say he was sorely wounded.

Ay, I am sure we shall find him, else why did we have these strange visions?
And I think that were he not disabled altogether he would have won to freedom in some way." "It is that wounding that makes me fear the worst," I said in a low voice; for indeed the thought of Owen as hurt, in the care, or want of care, of those who hated him, was not easy to be borne.

"It is my fear that we shall be too late." "Nay, but you must not fear that," she said quickly.