I pray you speed him whom I ask for." That was all written, and it seemed to me that more was not needed.
One could read between the lines, after what Jago had said.
"What is the need for you ?" Ina asked, as I gave him back the letter.
"To seek for Owen, my father," I said.

"Jago must tell what we have to hear." Then he told us, speaking in his own tongue, so that I had to translate for the king now and then, and it was a heavy tale he brought.
Owen had gone to some house that belonged to Tregoz, in the wild edge of Dartmoor north of Exeter, and there men unknown had set on the house and burnt it over him, slaying his men and sorely wounding himself.

Only one man had escaped to tell the tale, and he was wounded and could tell little.

And the deed was wrought in the night, and into the night he had seen the men depart, bearing the prince with them.

But who and whence they were he could neither tell nor guess.
Then Gerent had ridden in all haste to the house, and found even as the wounded man had told, for all was still as the burners left it.
But no man of all the village, nor the shepherds on the hills, could tell more.